I've got a picture of your house And you're standing by the door. It's black and white and faded, And it's looking pretty worn. See the factory that I worked Silhouetted in the back. The memories are gray but man they're really coming back.
I don't need to be the king of the world As long as i'm the hero of this little girl
Heaven isn't too far away Closer to it everyday No matter what your friends might say
How I love the way you move And the sparkle in your eyes There's a color deep inside them Like blue suburban skys When i come home late at night And you're in bed asleep I wrap my arms around you So I can feel you breathe