| I’ve got a picture of your house |
| and you’re standing by the door. |
| It’s black and white and faded, |
| it’s looking pretty worn. |
| See the factory that i worked |
| silouetted in the back. |
| Memories are grey, but man they’re really coming back. |
| I don’t need to be the king of the world |
| As long as im the hero of this little girl |
| Heaven isn’t too far away |
| Closer to it everyday |
| And no matter what your friends might say |
| How i love the way you move |
| and the sparkle in your eyes |
| Theres a color deep inside the night like a blue suburban sky |
| When i come home late at night |
| and you’re in bed asleep |
| Now i wrap my arms around you so i can feel you breathe |
| I dont need to be a superman |
| As long as you will always be my biggest fan |
| Heaven isnt too far away |
| Closer to it everyday |
| And no matter what your friends might say |
| We’ll find our way |
| Now the lights are going out, |
| along the boulevard |
| Memories come rushing back and makes it pretty hard |
| I’ve got nowhere left to go |
| And no one really cares |
| I don’t know what to do |
| But im never giving up on you. |