Standing by the curbside, she's swaying as she's praying
Saw her there last Tuesday, tears were streaming down her face
Bags around her feet, and her hands nervously wringing
I could hear her softly singing, sounded like "Amazing Grace"
She's doing the best she can
Taking what she's been given
Living the only life she's got, so I try to understand
Doing the best she can
Maybe she'll be forgiven
Just like you and me, she's doing the best she can
In the old Toyota truck, he's rolling down his window
Lets loose a string of curses, that could make a sailor blush
Slamming on the horn, at the line of cars before him
As the traffic inches forward, soon I've lost him in the crush
He's doing the best he can
Taking what he's been given
Living the only life he's got, so I try to understand
Doing the best he can
Maybe he'll be forgiven
Just like you and me, he's doing the best he can
