Howard Lawrence Far From Heaven
Bless the mind of a quiet child
Give him a reason to crack a smile
He may not be a happy boy
But there are moments he may enjoy
Winter clothes from the discount bin
A weary face shows where he's been
The teachers miss his pleas for help
He wishes he were someone else
That's why he's so far from heaven
Already three steps behind
Too many lonely boys learn things the hard way
You can't rule the playground on your own terms
Every miscalculation costs you one turn
Goes to work with hopeful eyes
Wants to get noticed, —that's no surprise
Enters the meeting with fresh ideas
Makes it look easy outgunning his peers
He feels resentment as the group walks by
They laugh at him but who knows why?
Eats his lunch alone in the park
The little girl stares and it breaks his heart
That's why he's so far from heaven
Can't leave his odd ways behind
Some people dig trenches, —they always learn the hard way
You can't win them over on your own terms
But that's the only way to go if you've got the nerve
He runs upstairs to see who's there but never in time
The telephone rings till he picks up——another dead line
Kicks the wall and grits his teeth then pours some more red wine
Deal with it!
Friday night he hits the clubs
With cash in his pockets lookin for love
Scans the room for a friendly face
A chance to show off his style and taste
Stands aloof at the end of the bar
Nervously jangling the keys to his car
A beautiful woman glances his way
He wants to move in but has nothing to say
That's why he's so far from heaven
Couldn't solve the mystery girl again
So many lonely men gotta learn the hard way
You can't crash the party on your own terms
Once it's drained of energy it never returns
