Manna

she never looks back
her eyes are a forward gaze
a beam of attention
cutting a path through the haze

she sleeps when she’s tired
runs when the anxious sets in
knows where to look when 
it’s dark and the pickings are thin

(chorus)
she’s manna for the hungry
light for the lost
she don’t spend much time
counting up the cost
she’d rather be busy
painting murals on the wall
where the big world
dont touch her at all
dont touch her at all


she dont much believe in
a world of salad and sun
just more of the living
with the thing that she's become

her manner is friendly
but lord, dont you cross her at all
when you are with her
dont take your eye off the ball

(chorus)
she’s manna for the hungry
light for the lost
she don’t spend much time
counting up the cost
she’d rather be painting
funky murals on the wall
where the big ole world
dont touch her at all
dont touch her at all

(bridge)
she dont much believe in
a world of mysterious ways
she never looks back
her eyes are a forward gaze

(chorus)
she’s manna for the hungry
light for the lost
she don’t spend much time
counting up the cost
she’d rather be painting
sassy murals on the wall
where the big ole angry world
dont touch her at all
dont touch her at all