got a picture of your house
and your standing by the door
its black and white and faded
and its looking pretty worn
ill take it back with out a word,
sillhouetted in the back
the memories are great but man they are really coming back
i don't need to be the king of the world
as long as i'm the hero of this little girl
heaven isn't too far away
closer to it everyday
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 me like a blue suburban sky
when i come home late at night and your in bed asleep
i wrap my arms around you so i can feel you breathe
i don't need to be a superman
as long as you will always be my biggest fan
heaven isn't too far away
closer to it everyday
no matter what your friends might say
we'll find a way
(great guitar and drum thing here)
now the light are going out along the boulivard
the memories are rushing back and it makes it pretty hard
ive got no where left to go and noone really cares
i don't know what to do but im never giving up on you
heaven isn't too far away
closer to it everyday
no matter what your friends
i know were gonna find away
