When he raised the gates of Heaven, He didn't understand. And near the friends were coming over. Was it all a dream? Was it all a crazy dream?
Saw them playing there before him, What were they doin' there? It felt like home, it must be alright. Or was it all a dream? Was it all a crazy dream?
Memories replayed before him. All the tiny moments of his life. Lying 'round in bed on a Saturday morning, Two daughters and a wife, Two daughters and a beautiful wife.
Meanwhile on earth his friends come over, Shocked and horrified. Dozen flowers by the store front, And everybody cried. Everybody cried and cried.
Is there a vengeance up in heaven? Or are those things left behind? Maybe everyday is Saturday morning, Two daughters and a wife. Two daughters and a beautiful wife. Two daughters and a beautiful wife.