By Martina McBride [email protected] 11/7/2004 She loved him like he was the last man on Earth Gave him everything she ever had He’d break her spirit down then come a’lovin’ up on her Give a little take it back She’d tell him ’bout her dreams he’d just shoot ’em down Lord he loved to make her cry You’re crazy for believing you’ll ever leave the ground Said only angels know how to fly And with a broken wing she still sings She keeps an eye on the sky With a broken wing she carries her dreams Man you ought to see her fly Sunday morning she didn’t go to church He wondered why she didn’t leave He went up to the bedroom found a note by the window With the curtains blowin’ in the breeze Chorus