Songtext von A Small Slice Of Heaven

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