When he raised the gates of Heaven,
He didn't understand.
And near the friends were coming over.
Was it all a dream?
Was it all a crazy dream?
Saw them playing there before him,
What were they doin' there?
It felt like home, it must be alright.
Or was it all a dream?
Was it all a crazy dream?
Memories replayed before him.
All the tiny moments of his life.
Lying 'round in bed on a Saturday morning,
Two daughters and a wife,
Two daughters and a beautiful wife.
Meanwhile on earth his friends come over,
Shocked and horrified.
Dozen flowers by the store front,
And everybody cried.
Everybody cried and cried.
Is there a vengeance up in heaven?
Or are those things left behind?
Maybe everyday is Saturday morning,
Two daughters and a wife.
Two daughters and a beautiful wife.
Two daughters and a beautiful wife.
