Teksty: Kate Campbell. Visions Of Plenty. This Side Of Heaven.

This side of heaven
There?s not much to go on
You never know
Which way the wind will blow
One day there?s caviar
The next a soup bowl
And you?re left wandering alone
This side of heaven

This side of heaven
People look the other way
Don?t stop to listen
Don?t want to know your name
But in this world
Ain?t it finny how things change
And you?re left wandering strange
This side of heaven

This side of heaven
The train is always late
All I seem to do
Is stand here at the gate
Listening for the whistle
And waiting for the day
I won?t be left wandering
This side of heaven