Paroles de Heaven's table

From the guy who stopped for the child on the street To put a dollar in her hand for something to eat To the mother who works every hour God made To put the kids ­through school and get the loans repaid She's some kind of hero He's some kind of saviour Yeah maybe they're angels Cause not all the angels Not all the angels Not all the angels sit at heaven's table There's a woman who listens on the all night phone To another lost soul trying to get back home I've seen a guy pull a stranger from a burning wreck In the beat of a heart give his very last breath That's some kind of hero She's some kind of saviour Yeah maybe they're angels Cause not all the angels Not all the angels Not all the angels sit at heaven's table Yeah some say they're heroes And some call them saviours But I think they're angels Cause not all the angels Not all the angels Not all the angels sit at heaven's table