The voice of reason
Is rhyming with treason today
The laughing devil
Is chasing the angels away

The dog is barking
The baby's crying
The rainy days are multiplying
She says it's time to make decisions

Then turns on breakfast television
Life's a trial
But who did you leave behind
When a small slice of Heaven's all

You could ever hope to find
[But] the opera isn't over
Until the fat lady sings
[then] she walks into town

And pawns her eternity ring
She's leaving home
With a dream in her pocket
And a photograph in a silver locket

The party's over, she ain't stopping
She's sick of lying, through with crying
Life's a trial
But who did you leave behind
When a small slice of Heaven's all
You could ever hope to find
She's leaving home
With a dream in her pockets

And a photograph in a silver locket
The sky is open, the clouds are fading
And that small slice of heaven's waiting...