Heaven

Watching the dust move the way it often does

Like clouds across the tile

I see you, righteous brother, in the muck

Running the lonely mile

Now and then, you come calling me

Peeling the skin of the night

But I spent some time in the tower too, buddy

And I made out alright

Heaven is waiting

Heaven is waiting

But Jesus Christ, I'm bored

Heaven is waiting

No, I didn't always play it cool

Plotting my own kind of blue

If I had a dollar for every time I blew it

I'd park the Bentley on the lawn

Well, It can be hard for tramps like us

When the only way out might kill you first

Mon ami, I know it scares you to

Walk along the edge, it scare me too

Heaven is waiting

Heaven is waiting

Jesus Christ, I'm bored

Heaven is waiting