Got a picture of your house
And your standing by the door
Its black and white and faded
And its looking pretty worn

See the factory that i worked
Siluheted in the back
The memories are gray but man
They're [bad word] back

And i dont need to be the king of the world
As long as im the hero of this little girl

Heaven isnt too far away
closer to it every day
No mater what your friends might say

How i love the way you move
And that sparkle in your eyes
Here is a color deep inside them like a blue suburban sky
When [bad word] home late at night
And your in bed asleep
I wrap my arms around you so i can feel you breathe

And i dont need to be a superman
As long as you would always be my biggest fan

Heaven isnt too far away
closer to it every day
No mater what your friends might say
well find a way
silence

Now the lights are going out
Around the boulevard
The memories [bad word] back and it makes it pretty hard
Ive got no where else to go
And no one really cares
I dont know what to do
But im never giving up on you

Heaven isnt too far away closer to it every day
no mater what your friends might say
I know we're gonna find a way