From the guy who stopped for the child in the street
To put a dollar in his hand for something to eat
And to the mother who works every hour God's 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, 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, heaven's table

'Cause not all the angels
Not all the angels sit at heaven's table, heaven's table