Hana steps out of a storm
For getting people back on the right track
Get a good grip on your grief
In this manner straighten your back, dig in your heels
Where God or Jesus comes along and they save you
You've got to be braver than that
Into a stranger's warm, but hard-up kitchen
Raise up a white banner
She takes off her coat and rolls up her sleeves
Light the lamp
Don't cave in, don't wave a white flag
She takes it on the chin like a champ
Hana says, when life's a drag
Hana, Hana
Hana has a special knack
She sees what must be done
You tackle the beast alone with all its tenacious teeth
Hana, Hana
And starts pitchin' in
Hana says don't get me wrong, this is no simple Sunday song
'Cause she knows they all matter
So she doesn't argue or flatter, she doesn't fight the slights
