Cracks in the Floor of Heaven

Maybe we got it all wrong,

Wasting time pretending we’re strong

Pull over the car to the side of the road,

Let’s talk it out under the cigarette glow

Maybe we were right all along

Stop looking down

One man’s water is another man’s wine,

Somebody’s daughter winds up somebody’s bride

Even three words can hurt you sometimes,

Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven

Are the stars in the sky

Lace me up, let me trip in those boots

There’s no such thing as a lover’s heart,

That ain’t felt black and blue

I’d rather we fight, use the words as our guns,

Leave as the leader of an army of one

Maybe we were right all along

Stop looking down

One man’s water is another man’s wine,

Somebody’s daughter winds up somebody’s bride

Even three words can hurt you sometimes,

Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven

Are the stars in the sky

Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven

Are the stars in the sky

Maybe life is just a road trip

Between ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’

So let’s stop the wondering,

See what’s on the other side

Stop looking down

One man’s water is another man’s wine,

Somebody’s daughter winds up somebody’s bride

Even three words can hurt you sometimes,

Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven

Are the stars in the sky

Maybe the cracks in the floor of Heaven

Are the stars in the sky