The voice of reason 
is rhyming with treason today. 
The laughing devil 
is chasing the angels away. 

The dog is barking, 
the baby`s crying, 
the rainy days are multiplying, 
she says it`s time to make decisions, 
then turns on breakfast television. 

Life`s a trial, 
but who did you leave behind, 
when a small slice of Heaven`s all, 
you could ever hope to find. 

[But] the opera isn`t over 
until the fat lady sings, 
[then] she walks into town 
and pawns her eternity ring. 

She`s leaving home 
with a dream in her pocket, 
and a photograph in a silver locket. 
The party`s over, she aint stopping, 
she`s sick of lying, through with crying. 

Life`s a trial, 
but who did you leave behind, 
when a small slice of Heaven`s all, 
you could ever hope to find. 

She`s leaving home 
with a dream in her pockets, 
and a photograph in a silver locket. 
The sky is open, the clouds are fading, 
and that small slice of heaven`s waiting