From the guy who stopped for the child on the street To put a dollar in his hand for something to eat And to the mother who works every hour that's made To put the kids through school and get the loans repaid She's some kind of hero, he's some kind of savior They may be their 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 bed In the beat of a heart give his very last breath She's some kind of hero, she's some kind of savior They may be their angels Cause not all the angels, not all the angels Not all the angels sit at heaven's table Some say they're heroes, some call them saviors 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 Heaven's table Heaven's table