heaven's where you go
when everything you know
would fit on one or two three-by-five cards
or so and
heaven's up to no
good god has made it so
that god has got it made and you've got no
ideas and
heaven's where you go
so say it isn't so
that heaven's where I'm gonna go

can't breathe, no air
long way by stairs
but if we held our heads up high enough
then we'd be holding our heads up
wouldn't we?

heaven's undertow
creates a heavy flow
from one ear to itself just like a trade
embargo
heaven's where you go
never, as far as I
know why I'd want to know why I'd want to
know why I'd
ever want to know
so say it isn't so
that heaven's where I'm gonna go