a dozen roses in the car

and i don't know where you are

maybe i don't know what i'm doing

you're moving like a movie

you still move me

among the other ones

and twos and threes and twenty-threes

got to keep my conscience clean

but that hurricane what's-her-name

mentality was not for me

and never could be

cause it surely brings bitter things

and misery



and i say

heaven hits me hard

in with the new

heaven hits me hardly

in with the news

whatever gets me started

in with the noose

have you ever had a heaven here

and was it clear?



cause i just wrote a letter

a confession down the ladder

that things could be so much better

and through follow the leader

i met her and then another end

and usually a grudge

but i loved so much

the way we touched and psuedo-kissed

oh i already miss you singing like this

over the phone

every now and every then i tend to pretend

i'm not alone



static made old radio

now i know

static made old radio



heaven hits me hard

in with the new

heaven hits me hardly

in with the news

whatever gets me started

in with the noose

have you ever had a heaven here

and was it clearly better?