Leave a plate on the stove
I'll eat it when i get home
been living in heaven
always on the run from damnation
I see birds in the sky fly off
to god knows where

I see boats and buses and planes arriving
from who knows where

and one day my doorbell rang
who's on the other side
should I open up
or should I let it pass by

and it goes back to the birds and the planes
where do they go is it all the same

I sit down try to make a right of troubled times
there's lot of things that need fixing
and lot of time that needs passing
never knew what it was all about
until I found you
you really did care
it was nothing I could do