Anabelle is chasing gravel angels 
Mama's counting the lines on her face 
In her sleep she has seen herds of black sheep 
They are circling the compounds of disgrace 

And boys grow out of the rust 
Spin their wheels and turn to dust 
On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing, 
"Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah" 

Mama she is strong and there's power in her bones 
Papa don't talk, he stopped long ago 
Anabelle is dreaming, she is chasing down the street 
Tiny gravel angels, flying at her feet 

And boys grow out of the rust 
Spin their wheels and turn to dust 
On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing, 
"Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, 
hallelujah, hallelujah" 

Anabelle is making dirty coffee 
Been living all these years on Black Bird Lane 
In her sleep she has seen herds of black sheep 
Circling the compounds of disgrace 

Boys grow out of the rust 
Spin their wheels and turn to dust 
On Black Bird Lane, I can hear my mama singing, 
"Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah"