a dozen roses in the car   and i don't know where you are   maybe i don't know what i'm doing   you're moving like a movie   you still move me   among the other ones   and twos and threes and twenty-threes   got to keep my conscience clean   but that "hurricane what's-her-name"   mentality was not for me   and never could be   cause it surely brings bitter things   and misery         and was it clear?         cause i just wrote a letter   a confession down the ladder   that things could be so much better   and through follow the leader   i met her and then another end   and usually a grudge   but i loved so much   the way we touched and psuedo-kissed   oh i already miss you singing like this   over the phone   every now and every then i tend to pretend         and i say   heaven hits me hard   have you ever had a heaven here   heaven hits me hardly    have you ever had a heaven here         im not so alone