Doing the Best We Can

Standing by the curbside, she's swaying as she's praying
 Saw her there last Tuesday, tears were streaming down her face
 Bags around her feet, and her hands nervously wringing
 I could hear her softly singing, sounded like "Amazing Grace"
 She's doing the best she can
 Taking what she's been given
 Living the only life she's got, so I try to understand
 Doing the best she can
 Maybe she'll be forgiven
 Just like you and me, she's doing the best she can
 In the old Toyota truck, he's rolling down his window
 Lets loose a string of curses, that could make a sailor blush
 Slamming on the horn, at the line of cars before him
 As the traffic inches forward, soon I've lost him in the crush
 He's doing the best he can
 Taking what he's been given
 Living the only life he's got, so I try to understand
 Doing the best he can
 Maybe he'll be forgiven
 Just like you and me, he's doing the best he can