Was (not Was) From The Head To The Heart
[Verse 1]
There's a story in the paper
About a young boy laying dead
Tried to steal a TV set
When he should've been in bed
He broke a storefront window
Leaned inside to claim his prize
When a piece of glass came falling
Just like lightning from the sky
And it landed like an arrow
As the neon sign went dark
Cutting off that vital road
From the head to the heart
The heart
[Verse 2]
And you might say that it's tragic
Losing life for such a cause
One moment bathed in streetlight
The next all wrapped in gauze, oh
His fate is not uncommon
It happens every day
To the beast who flies with angels
But whose feet are made of clay
The distance is a short one
Just about a foot apart
But very few survive the trip
From the head to the heart
[Outro]
The heart, the heart, the heart, the heart
