A Year in Heaven Lyrics

"I'm thinking we're shrinking," said the lady to her darling.
"But the word is getting and my patience is getting thin.
I'm guessing it's pressing that we start progessing
Our ships are sinking so I would understand."

She indiscreetly mutters to herself

Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
Where do we go from a year in heaven?

"Chasing the rabbit was my habit," said the addict to the sidewalk
But he caught it with his wallet and the tracks upon his skin
And it follows that he swallowed the notion he was Apollo
But he lost it, exhausted, so he pushed the needle in

In the street he mutters to himself

Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
Where do we go from a year in heaven?

Where do we go from here?

Forsyth and Zebulon
Earhart and Komarov
Capucine and the cats that she left us
And all of the passengers on the Sultana
Were drinking their coffee and smoking havanas

"The Sky line is my line," said the rich man from his airplane
But he won't say that in his dreams that he crashes in the woods

In his sleep he mutter to himself

Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
Where do we go from a year in heaven?

Where do we go?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
Where do we go from a year in heaven?