Others Go to Heaven When I was a little boy, I could fly wherever I wanted. I could be whoever I wanted. I could do anything that I wanted. I didn't have to hear about it. I could, I could be if I simply wanted. I didn't have to deal with all this. I could. I could, tell you about my story, about a thousand lonely souls. I know there's no time for worry. I've got dreams of my own. One night in December, when I first spoke to you, I know it's hard to remember, it all came true. It's been real nice hanging out and all but I'm saying goodbye to this night, as others go to Heaven. Where you remember. It's been real nice hanging out and talking all this shit, but I've had it with loneliness for two. Standing on that shore, I can't help but get in. Don't you remember what they told you? I can. I can take you back, to that point of inconsequence, when there were no numbers, information systems, more ways of saying less. Here it comes, straight for you. It's like a current. It's like a current