Cracks In the Floor of Heaven

Maybe we, got it all wrong.
Wasting time, pretending we're strong.
Pull over the car to the side of the road.
Let's talk it out under the cigarette glow.
Maybe we, were right all along.

Stop looking now.
One man's water, is another man's wine.
Somebody's daughter winds up somebody's bride.
Even three words can hurt you sometimes.
Maybe the cracks in the floor of heaven,
are the stars in the sky.

Raise me up, let me trip in those boots
There's no such thing as a lover's heart
That ain't felt black and blue

I'd rather we fight.
Use the words as our guns.
To live as the leader of an army of one.
Maybe we, were right all along.

Stop looking out.
One man's water, is another man's wine.
Somebody's daughter reminds of somebody's bride.
Even three words can hurt you sometimes.
Maybe the cracks in the floor of heaven,
are the stars in the sky.

Maybe the cracks in the floor of heaven,
are the stars in the sky.
Maybe life is just a road trip.
Between hello and goodbye.
So let's stop the wandering,
see what's on the other side.

Stop looking down,
One man's water, is another man's wine.
Somebody's daughter reminds of somebody's bride.
Even three words can hurt you sometimes.
Maybe the cracks in the floor of heaven,
are the stars in the sky.

Maybe the cracks in the floor of heaven,
are the stars in the sky.