Accords et paroles Road To Heaven Five for Fighting

Road To Heaven

Five for Fighting

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Intro:        
verse 1:
Sometimes I think about silly things  it's easy to do   if you have the time       
   It often happens when I'm falling off to sleep after a second glass of wine   
  The clock is usually running out down by one or could be tied
I'm fading back I'm winding up the championship's on the line
Chorus 1:
       (hold)                                       
But what    if there was a road to heaven  that's what  came to me   today
  Would there be traffic jams with diamond lanes
  Pot holes filled up rain? Would there be tolls still left to pay
If there was a road to heaven    Made of gold or made out of clay
   Would the angels wave up the hill     or in my mirror just fade away
Break:        
verse 2:
   I've never been the kinda man who hits his knees babe
Got no answers for big questions well I don't know.
  Ah maybe tomorrow lightning will  hit me on the head
And we can find out if we're just a joke   
Now Jesus I'm told can build a bridge   finer than any other man
    There's a certain piece to a country road with a wheel  in your hand
Chorus 2:
If there was a road to heaven   would there be laws I must obey
   If I drove my Mustang eighty-five
  late one night turn out the lights would the stars still light the way
If there was a road to heaven    Made of gold or made out of clay
   Would the angels wave up the hill     or in my mirror just fade away
Bridge:
Night turns to morning the old man should be snoring I got to get some sleep before I'm awake
Up with the monkeys I sure love the monkeys but this job ain't all cookies and cake
verse 3:
  Sometimes I think about silly things. It's easy to do  if you got the wine
In the Eagle we're landing. I'm the President or a foreign king with a harem from Encino to Brunei
(hold)                                             
    But if there was a road  to heaven    it'd be one long and crazy ride
   If there was a road   to heaven babe  that's a road  I'd like  to find
Ending:         

Road To Heaven

Five for Fighting