A Small Slice of Heaven

The voice of reason

is rhyming with treason today.

The laughing devil

is chasing the angels away.

The dog is barking,

the baby`s crying,

the rainy days are multiplying,

she says it`s time to make decisions,

then turns on breakfast television.

Life`s a trial,

but who did you leave behind,

when a small slice of Heaven`s all,

you could ever hope to find.

[But] the opera isn`t over

until the fat lady sings,

[then] she walks into town

and pawns her eternity ring.

She`s leaving home

with a dream in her pocket,

and a photograph in a silver locket.

The party`s over, she aint stopping,

she`s sick of lying, through with crying.

Life`s a trial,

but who did you leave behind,

when a small slice of Heaven`s all,

you could ever hope to find.

She`s leaving home

with a dream in her pockets,

and a photograph in a silver locket.

The sky is open, the clouds are fading,

and that small slice of heaven`s waiting