Texty: Five For Fighting. Two Lights. Road To Heaven.

Sometimes I think about silly things
It's easy to do if you have the time
It often happens when I'm falling off to sleep
After a second glass of wine

The clock is usually runnin' out
Down by one or could be tied
I'm fading back, winding up
The championship on the line

But what if there was a road to heaven
That's what came to me today?
Would there be traffic jams with diamond lanes
Potholes filled up with rain?
Would there be tolls still left to pay?

If there was a road to heaven
Made of gold or made out of clay
Would the Angels wave me up the hill
Or in my mirror just fade away?

I've never been the kind a man who hits his knees be
Got no answers for big questions, well, I don't know
Maybe tomorrow lightning will hit me on the head
And we can find out if we're just a joke

Oh, Jesus, I'm told, can build a bridge
Finer than any other man
There's a certain peace to a country road
With a wheel in your hand

If there was a road to heaven
Would there be laws I must obey?
If I drove my Mustang 85
Late one night turned out the lights
Would the stars still light the way?

If there was a road to heaven
Made of gold or made of clay
Would the Angels lead me up the hill?
Or in my mirror just fade away?

Night turns mornin', the old man should be snorin'
I got to get some sleep before I'm awake
Up with the monkeys, I sure love the monkeys
But this job ain't all cookies and cake

Sometimes I think about silly things
It's easy to do if you got the wine
In the Eagle we're landing, I'm the President
Or a foreign king with a harem from Encino to Brunei

But if there was a road to heaven
It'd be one long and crazy ride?
If there was a road to heaven, babe
That's a road that I'd like to find