I'm 5'9" so I stand on my tip-toes Trying to get a better glimpse of Heaven ahead I'm getting hot, but the air's still ice-cold I'm blinded by my breath At the foot of my bed, there's a pod of stuffed animals – 1 of em's a Sable Sheltie named Toppy If I see him straight At night, he comes alive To take the place of Skye Woah Can you believe in all this magic? Our only hope Woah The past is gone but the future's tragic Our only hope 3 miles ahead, there's a park in Atlanta With a brick engraved with my name and the date 6 9 96 The day I was born to bark or fall I spot a tank full of fish and a bottle of Coke by the Benz Where from Row 2 of the concert Heartbreak caught the ball We've got faith and hope and time and gasoline With no direction, but a one-way-ticket Come along with me So let's set fire to fear and flame to the peanut choir I'm an insomniac stuck on the edge of a dream Crammed in the shadow box in the corner There's a Kodak still-frame of me when I'm 5'3" With my dog of 15 years Who decided it was time... To leave