di Lane
WARRANT
Got a picture of your house and you’re standing by the door
It’s black and white and faded and it’s looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I worked silhouetted in the back
The memories are gray but, man, they’re really coming back
I don’t need to be the king of the world
As long as I’m the hero of this little girl
Heaven isn’t too far away
Closer to it every day
No matter what your friends might say
How I love the way you move and the sparkle in your eyes
There’s a color deep inside them like a blue suburban sky
When I come home late at night and you’re in bed asleep
I wrap my arms around you so I can feel you breath
I don’t need to be a superman…