Miracle Express

She lay there looking up at me as if to say
Do you think I’m gonna die?
I reach down and took her hand
And I look the other way so she couldn’t see me cry
She held on so tight her fingernails dug into my skin
But I didn’t feel the pain
And for the life of me I couldn’t figure out
How she’d ever stand the strain
And then he was born
And he rode in on the Miracle Express
He was 7 pounds of pure dynamite
Sounding like he was spoiling for a fight
He broke out like the sunshine on a cloudy day
And I thought I heard him say
How do you do world? How do you do?
I’m here to do my best
I’ve got the rest of my life to pay
For my ride on the Miracle Express
He was 7 pounds of pure dynamite…