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 i say   heaven hits me hard   in with the new   heaven hits me hardly         in with the news   whatever gets me started   in with the noose   have you ever had a heaven here   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   i'm not alone         static made old radio   now i know   static made old radio         heaven hits me hard   in with the new   heaven hits me hardly   in with the news   whatever gets me started   in with the noose   have you ever had a heaven here   and was it clearly better?