Call Me Anne

I sleep on the stairs of Our Lady Of Grace, old blankets cover my face
Secretly I watch the passers-by
A little girl holds her momma's hand, they talk about their weekend plans
I ain't got no plans left, except to cry
So gather 'round me with a 1000 wings
For you it's easy to fly, so before you begin
Call Me Anne, Call Me Anne
I'm singing to you, I'm singing to you
Earlier times when I thought it was good I studied hard as long as I could
But it's hard when home is where you don't belong

Well my daddy loved me and my momma, I know it
But he didn't know how to stay and show it
And somewhere along the way he stayed gone
So gather 'round me with a 1000 wings
For you it's easy to fly, so before you begin
Call Me Anne, Call Me Anne
I'm singing to you, I'm singing to you