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
silhouetted in the back.
The memories are gray, but man,
they're 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 every day
no matter what your friends might say.
How I love the way you move
and the sparkle in your eyes,
there's a color deep inside them
like a blue suburban sky.
When I come home late at night
and you're in bed asleep,
I'll 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 every day.
No matter what your friends might say,
we'll find our way, whoa, yeah, babe.
Now the lights are going out
along the boulevard,
memories come rushing back
and it makes it pretty hard.
Well, I got nowhere left to go
and no one really cares.
I don't know what to do,
but I'm never giving up on you.
Heaven isn't too far away,
closer to it every day.
No matter what your friends say,
I know we're gonna find a way.
(Heaven)
Whoa, whoa, oh
(Heaven)
Whoa, whoa, oh, oh
(Heaven)
It's not too far away, oh, oh
Whoa, whoa, oh
Yeah