No problem believing,

in what she can't understand or seeing

What she can't hold in her hand

Faith is her religion

You can see it in her eyes

When all the saints and the sinners,

stop to wave bye-bye

And the holy rollers,

come down from the sky

Chorus

She's got the heart of an angel,

but she cries like a little girl

She's got the heart of an angel

Well don't she cry, don't she cry, cry, cry

The sign said