Heaven Up Here

Where are you now We're over here We've got those empty pockets And we can't afford the beer Smoking holes and we've got only dreams And we're so damn drunk we can't see the stairs The apple cart upset my head's little brain This little moon in the sky upset my head with a brain I saw it yippee, I did, I swear Walking through the hallway Crawling up the stairs And baby baby baby baby baby Bekila Given up on whiskey Taken up with tequila I'm on my own in my blind alley I turn myself around So it's swallowing me Watch the guitar Watch the guitar Groovy groovy people We're all groovy groovy people Groovy groovy people We're all groovy groovy people Groovy groovy people Groovy groovy people I wonder why We're okay, we're okay The boom-boom box says there's nothing to fear It may be hell down there 'Cause it's heaven up here I'd have given forever for a few good years But too much of a much isn't Too much you hear The hammer on my chest was The anvil on my bed it was a domino square And at the bottom We'll take the bottle We'll take a sip