Glory

Deep in a corner of the nightWe were lying in the middle of the roadCounting the planes as they flew byInconceivable imagining them goAnd drunk we set the world to rightsAs we fell and hit our heads upon the curbYou make me laugh until I dieCan you think of any better way to choke?

Stories told to me and stories told to youAnd did you ever feel like they were ringing true?

And all their words for gloryWell they always sounded emptyWhen we're looking up for heavenLooking up for heavenAnd way down here upon the groundWhen we're lying in the dirtThere's no looking up for heavenLooking up for heaven

Not everything had gone to planBut we made the best of what we had, you knowPassing the drink from hand to handWe admit we really know nothing at all

Stories told to me and stories told to youAnd was it feeling real, and were they ringing true?

I'll take my chances on the curb here with youWe watched the planes leave us behindOn the curb here with youWe watched the planes leave us behindAnd then you put your hand in mineAnd pulled me back from things divineStop looking up for heaven, waiting to be buried