[Verse] She wipes the counter with a rag that’s seen too many nights, Two coffee cups, one name, and a half-burned-out light. Her eyes are tired but they still catch the truth, She’s heard every lie and every heart in proof. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, she knows the sound of tires on a long flat road, The kind of silence that only come when the soul’s been sold. [Chorus] Oh, she’s got the wisdom of a storm in a tin can, Tired eyes but a mind that won’t be tamed, She pours the truth in every cup she hands, With a smile that says, “Babe, I’ve seen it all — and I still stand.” [Verse] Saw a kid cry on the phone at three A.M., “Mama’s gone,” he whispered like he’d lost his damn name. She gave him coffee, told him, “Don’t you break,” And held his hand like she’d made it through the ache. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, she’s seen the weight of every loaded mile, The kind of sorrow only a stranger knows in style. [Chorus] Oh, she’s got the wisdom of a storm in a tin can, Tired eyes but a mind that won’t be tamed, She pours the truth in every cup she hands, With a smile that says, “Babe, I’ve seen it all — and I still stand.” [Bridge] You don’t need a halo to be holy, Just a heart that stays steady through the fog and the snow. She don’t preach, she don’t pray, Just gives a little light to folks who can’t find their way. [Chorus] Oh, she’s got the wisdom of a storm in a tin can, Tired eyes but a mind that won’t be tamed, She pours the truth in every cup she hands, With a smile that says, “Babe, I’ve seen it all — and I still stand.” [Outro] Yeah, she still stands… Tired eyes… Still stands…