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 thousand 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 thousand 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