There’s a time I can recall   Four years old and three feet tall   Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar   And both were out of reach   And later on in my high school   It seemed to me a little cruel   How the right words to say always seemed to stay   Just out of reach   Well I should not have thought it strange   That growing causes growing pains   ‘Cause the more we learn the more we know   We don’t know anything   But still it seems a tragic fate   Living with this quiet ache   The constant strain for what remains   Just out of reach      Chorus:   We are reaching for the future   We are reaching for the past   And no matter what we have we reach for more   We are desperate to discover   What is just beyond our grasp   But maybe that’s what heaven is for      There are times I can’t forget   Dressed up in my Sunday best   Trying not to squirm and to maybe learn   A bit of what the preacher preached   And later lying in the dark   I felt a stirring in my heart   And though I longed to see what could not be seen   I still believed    I guess I shouldn’t think it odd   Until we see the face of God   The yearning deep within us tells us   There’s more to come   So when we taste of the divine   It leaves us hungry every time   For one more taste of what awaits   When heaven’s gates are reached      Chorus      I believe that’s what heaven is for       There’s a time I can recall   Four years old and three feet tall   Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar   And both were out of reach