Bet you don't know how it feels to be walking past your house at night I bet you don't know how it feels To stand outside and watch the lights And
I spoke to Elvis on the phone the other day His ghost was calling from a pay phone in L.A. He said he'd meet me on the corner of my dreams And
I saw you standing in the shadow of my doubt Inside the heart of some old stranger looking out If God could see you then you wouldn't cried for
By the time I get to heaven I'll be singin' loud and clear By the time I get to heaven all my faith will reappear If the road is full of strangers
