In 10 more years they’ll fly an airplane,
carrying people past the stars.
In 10 more years they'll fill up heaven,
and the rest will drive their cars,
to drink their favorite old fashion,
in some quaint Wisconsin bar.
So went my dream about a heaven-
One far below the moon and stars.
Where if the day brings out warm laughter,
whether at home or in some bar,
and time is spent with one another,
Heaven is quite where we are.
