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 aint 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