All God's children need traveling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
I hear you talk girl, now your conscience is clear

Here she comes again
Troubles on her brow
Here she comes again
With worries she can't hide

Who can stop the rain
Pouring down inside?
Who can keep her sane
Give her peace of mind?

In the mornin' when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
I'll never hear you

Here she comes again
Covered up in black
Such a pretty face
Such sorrow in her eyes

Do you wanna know
What's killing her inside?
Do you dare to walk
The alleys of her mind?

Here she comes again
Troubles on her brow
Here she comes again
With worries she can't hide

Will you let it show
Will you cross the line?
Will you take her home
And tell her she'll be fine?