Standing there in the parking lot,
With her torn black coat and a music box.
The only two things she has left to her name.
The sky is as a ravens wing.
She's prayin' that the angels sing
And they understand she didn't mean for it to turn out this way.
No place to go no place to hide... oh no
Ashes to ashes we all fall down.. if dust to dust can turn back now.
What's right is wrong and what's wrong is right..
Please turn your head
God close your eyes.