She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line   In the back of a Dodge in the summer time   Her momma named her Indiana like their license plate   And with the hum of the tires on the interstate   She was cryin'      They left her at a Denny's up in Colorado   In a blanket with her name written on a note   That said, "Forgive us Lord for not takin' her   But this child has a better chance of makin' it   In someone else's arms"      And it's a crazy thing   Fate has perfect wings   All the way down the line   Angels working overtime      She was raised in a place called Cheyenne Wells   But she never fit in and everyone could tell   That she didn't belong in some prairie town   And when she turned eighteen she bought a ticket out   On a Greyhound      They stopped a few minutes out of Santa Fe   She got out for a smoke and they drove away   She hitched a ride with a boy right out of school   He said "I'm headed out west" and she said "Me too   If that's all right"      And it's a crazy thing   Fate has perfect wings   All the way down the line   Angels working overtime      It took a couple hundred miles 'til they fell in love   They knew forever was the only thing good enough   And in a moment of passion in a motel room   They held on tight and their aim was true   Now they're countin' down the days   And dreamin' all night in an apartment in L.A.      And it's a crazy thing   Fate has perfect wings   All the way down the line   Angels working overtime      And it's a crazy thing   Fate has perfect wings   All the way down the line   Angels working overtime      She was born at a rest stop on the Kansas state line   Angels workin' overtime   She was cryin'   She was cryin'   She was cryin'