I asked the habitual partygoer just how high she thought she'd get,    And I asked the ethereal girls if they were floating yet       And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven,    Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again.       The tabloid-tainted actress knows the myth of higher ground.    The thing she got from playing a nun she got from sleeping around.       And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven,    Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again.       And I've been running uphill, panting, punching at the air,    Fighting what's been pushing me down, as if it's really there.       And so I asked the light of the day, what's this rush for heaven,    Then I saw a bird fly away, and I could not ask again.       And I saw all this climbing, climbing, just as far from heaven,    Then I saw a bird fly away, and I started climbing again.