Brock Zeman My Heaven lyrics

I ain't as pretty as a picture
But I'm as true as a preacher
And I swear to you on the rest of my life
I'll string up my rough and wild ways
High above from the rafter beams
With a rope so strong it won t fray under any knife

And pray the day will come when my slate comes clean
And I drown my bridges in gasoline
And as I strike a match and turn to walk away
I want you, to walk beside me

For now I'll take my bow and head off the stage
Knowing when I've run my race
There will be rest for me when I cross the finish line
But before I do I hope I see

You pull the covers to your chin and smile at me
And I can sleep into the afternoon knowing that you're mine

And when the angels come calling for me
To walk down the hall in sweet harmony
Before I'm placed before god's jury
I want you, to be the last thing I see

And there ain't nothing that could burn you worse
Then wanting something that can't ever be yours
If I have a choice of what heaven might be
I want you, to be there with me.