I’ve heard there’s a place where the stars don’t fall and it’s   warm and the ice cream melts.   And the people don’t hurt, their knives are dulled,   they just walk around the town all day.      And the music is soft, and the red balloons seem   to lift the town up in the air.   No one knows you, it’s all right, you can   be anywhere you want.      I know it’s cold and lonely in the dark, and the   strings start popping out,   and the sound fades in and then fades out, and the   tears start freezing up.      So wrap around my scarf and fall asleep, counting   seconds to the rising sun. Whoever   gives in first will walk the streets of the   Town where the music sounds.      I’ve heard in heaven all the people that you’ve met tell   stories about you and them. And the   liars will stay and the dreamers return because the   gravity needs itself.   And by the pearly gates where people crowd, where apples   Fall and the lines are long. We’ll   Sit and talk and watch the heaven’s sky. We’ll sit there   Waiting for our turn.      So wrap around my scarf and fall asleep, counting   seconds to the rising sun. Whoever   gives in first will walk the streets of the   Town where the music sounds.   And by the pearly gates where people crowd, where apples   Fall and the lines are long. We’ll   Sit and talk and watch the heaven’s sky. We’ll sit there   Waiting for our turn.