Between Heaven And Here
You got your reasons to choose not to ever believe me (believe me)
Maybe life done you so dirty you'll never be free
Look what you're doing to someone who surreally loves you
Is that the lonesome old way you wanted to be (I didn't think so)
Partner I know we could be soul to soul if we want to
Lord ain't it worth it there's so little lovin' today
Wastin' our feelings on somethin' when so little matters
Think of the time and the chances we're throwing away
We can do better than this we can go for the glory
I hope to God we can handle the worst of our fears
Then if you will if you're up to the thrill of a lifetime
Maybe we'll tear down the walls between heaven and here
[ piano + harmonica ]
Maybe the secret is making believe when it matters
Maybe just keeping it simple and close to the heart
Love is so easy to make and so easy to shatter
We can be stronger together or tear it apart
We can do better...
Maybe we'll tear down the walls between heaven and here
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