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 The opera isn't over Until the fat lady sings Then she walks into town And pawns her eternity ring She's leaving home, a dream in her pocket And a photograph in a silver locket The party's over, she's not 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, a dream in her pockets The photograph in a silver locket The sky is open and clouds are fading And that small slice of heaven's waiting Life's a trial But who did you leave behind When a small slice of heaven's All you could ever hope to find Life's a trial But who did you leave behind When a small slice of heaven's All you could ever hope to find