Yesterday all my friends decided to have a partynBut they said I couldn't come because I was too fatnI was really hurt at theat time, very angry but then I thoughtnI really don't have anything against gravitynBut it really does weight me downnnHeaven's is not a hearth firenHeaven's not a homenHeaven has no reasonnIt's not together or alonenHeaven's isn't distantnHeaven's isn't closenHeaven's not in heavennHeaven's in the dust between my shoesnnYou were still asleep when I woke up this morningnSo I took all your clothes and buried them in the yardnThen I phoned your mother and father and told themnWhere you were and that you were nakednBut all they said was that they were very, very busynAnd they would try to see you laternnHeaven's is not a heartachenHeaven's not a stonenHeaven's never opennHeaven's never closednHeaven has no angelsnHeaven is no goalnHeaven's not in heavennHeaven's in the dust between my shoesnnA wise man said that you can't step in the same stream twicenBut I find that wet feet get soon caked with sand and grit, nthat's very unpleasant, nespecially between the toesnSo, when I go for a stroll I always stay on the sidewalknAnd I always wear a pair of nice warm bootsnnHeaven's not a kingdomnNot a land on which to roamnHeaven's not a palacenWhere God sits upon a thronenHeaven has no treasuenThere is nothing there to losenHeaven, heaven,nHeaven has no choicesnThere is nothing there to choosenHeaven's not in heavennHeaven's in the dust between my shoes