| Got a picture of your house |
| And you’re standin' by the door |
| It’s black and white and faded |
| And it’s lookin' pretty worn |
| See the factory that I worked |
| Silhouetted in the back |
| 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 'em |
| 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, ah ah |
| 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, yeah |
| Now the lights are goin' out |
| Along the boulevard |
| The memories come rushin' back |
| And it makes it pretty hard |
| I got nowhere left to go |
| No one really cares |
| I don’t know what to do |
| But I’m never givin' 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, oh, oh |
| (Heaven) |
| Whoa, whoa, oh, oh oh |
| (Heaven) |
| It’s not too far away |
| Oh, oh |
| Whoa, whoa, oh, oh, oh |
| Yeah |