Heaven Is The Dust Beneath My Shoes

Yesterday all my friends decided to have a party

But they said I couldn't come because I was too fat

I was really hurt at that time, very angry but then I thought

I really don't have anything against gravity

But it really does weight me down

Heaven's is not a hearth fire

Heaven's not a home

Heaven has no reason

It's not together or alone

Heaven's isn't distant

Heaven's isn't close

Heaven's not in heaven

Heaven's in the dust between my shoes

You were still asleep when I woke up this morning

So I took all your clothes and buried them in the yard

Then I phoned your mother and father and told them

Where you were and that you were naked

But all they said was that they were very, very busy

And they would try to see you later

Heaven's is not a heartache

Heaven's not a stone

Heaven's never open

Heaven's never closed

Heaven has no angels

Heaven is no goal

Heaven's not in heaven

Heaven's in the dust between my shoes

A wise man said that you can't step in the same stream twice

But I find that wet feet get soon caked with sand and grit,

that's very unpleasant, especially between the toes

So, when I go for a stroll I always stay on the sidewalk

And I always wear a pair of nice warm boots

Heaven's not a kingdom

Not a land on which to roam

Heaven's not a palace

Where God sits upon a throne

Heaven has no treasure

There is nothing there to lose

Heaven, heaven,

Heaven has no choices

There is nothing there to choose

Heaven's not in heaven

Heaven's in the dust between my shoes