When he raised the gates of Heaven, 
He didn't understand. 
And near the friends [bad word] over. 
Was it all a dream? 
Was it all a crazy dream? 

Saw them playing there before him, 
What were they doin' there? 
It felt like home, it must be alright. 
Or was it all a dream? 
Was it all a crazy dream? 

Memories replayed before him. 
All the tiny moments of his life. 
Lying 'round in bed on a Saturday morning, 
Two daughters and a wife, 
Two daughters and a beautiful wife. 

Meanwhile on earth his [bad word] over, 
Shocked and horrified. 
Dozen flowers by the store front, 
And everybody cried. 
Everybody cried and cried. 

Is there a vengeance up in heaven? 
Or are those things left behind? 
Maybe everyday is Saturday morning, 
Two daughters and a wife. 
Two daughters and a beautiful wife. 
Two daughters and a beautiful wife.