My Heaven

I ain't as pretty as a picture

But I'm as true as a preacher

And I swear to you on the rest of my life

I'll string up my rough and wild ways

High above from the rafter beams

With a rope so strong it won t fray under any knife

And pray the day will come when my slate comes clean

And I drown my bridges in gasoline

And as I strike a match and turn to walk away

I want you, to walk beside me

For now I'll take my bow and head off the stage

Knowing when I've run my race

There will be rest for me when I cross the finish line

But before I do I hope I see

You pull the covers to your chin and smile at me

And I can sleep into the afternoon knowing that you're mine

And when the angels come calling for me

To walk down the hall in sweet harmony

Before I'm placed before god's jury

I want you, to be the last thing I see

And there ain't nothing that could burn you worse

Then wanting something that can't ever be yours

If I have a choice of what heaven might be

I want you, to be there with me.