All your friends are gonna leave you
busy making little creatures
old flames at the party
have started leaving early
up before the sunrise
looking after young lives
while you play late on the radio
dust that never settles on that golden record
What are you afraid of now
worried you might be finally happy
strange as it sounds
leave everything at the door
maybe it's heaven and you just haven't been here before
All your friends at the table
have their stories to tell
and your best friend's daughter
she's still getting taller
measuring out their lives with every passing school year
while you're on album No 9
dust that never settles on that silver record
What are you afraid of now
worried you might be finally happy
strange as it sounds
leave everything at the door
maybe it's heaven and you just haven't been here before