Streets of Heaven

Streets of Heaven - The Hit Co.

Hello God, It's me again.

2a.m. room 304

Visiting hours are over

Time for our bedside tug- of- war

The sleeping child between us

May not make it through the night

I'm fightin back the tears,

As she fights for her life

Well it must be kinda crowded

On the streets of Heaven

So tell me, what do you need her for?

Don't you know one day,

She'll be your little girl forever

But right now I need her so much more

She's much to young to be on her own

Barely just turned seven

So who will hold her hand when she crosses

The streets of heaven

Tell me God, do you remember

The wishes that she made

As she blew out the candles

On her last birthday cake.

She wants to ride a pony

When she's big enough.

She wants to marry her daddy

When she's all grown up.

Well it must be kinda crowded

On the streets of Heaven

So tell me, what do you need her for?

Don't you know one day,

She'll be your little girl forever

But right now I need her so much more

She's much too young to be on her own:

Barely just turned seven.

So who will hold her hand

When she crosses the streets of Heaven?

Lord, don't you know she's my angel

You got plenty of your own

And I know you hold a place for her

But she's already got a home

Well I don't know if you're listenin'

But praying is all that's left to do

So I ask you Lord have mercy,

You lost a son once too

And it must be kind of crowded,

On the streets of Heaven.

So tell me: what do you need her for?

Don't you know one day

She'll be your little girl forever.

But right now I need her so much more.

Lord, I know once you've made up your mind,

There's no use in beggin'.

So if you take her with you today,

Will you make sure she looks both ways,

And would you hold her hand

When she crosses the streets of Heaven.

The streets of heaven