[i]Not everything had gone to plan,
But we made the best of what we had, you know?
Passing the drink from hand to hand
We admit we really know nothing at all...

Stories told to me, and stories told you...
And was it feeling real?
And were they ringing true?

And all their words for glory,
Well they always sounded empty
When we're looking up for heaven, looking up for heaven
Way down here upon the ground, when we're lyin' in the dirt
There's no looking up for heaven, looking up for heaven

I'll take my chances on the curb
Here with you.
We watched the planes leave us behind, on the curb here with you
We watched the planes leave us behind....
And then you put your hand in mine, and pulled me back from things divine.
"Stop looking up for heaven, and waiting to be buried..."[/i]