Abigail was walking
Talking to herself
Then I started talking to her
She said, "I was a believer
And then I saw the light
Bouncing the church"
I asked, "the one on 31st?"
Then we started walking
We took a lap around the city
Oh we never stopped talking
Her voice was so pretty
Pretty, pretty
We took a path down to the hill
She had a hundred dollars in bills
She turned it all into a joke
She asked me if I had a smoke
I do but do you have a lighter
She said, "I don't understand...
How do you have a smoke without a lighter?"
Her voice was so pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty
I start to wonder
If all that light in her eyes
Last for a while
I start to wonder...
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
