Nobody gets too much Heaven no More

What if I told you

That the best days are summer days –

And that when I think of you, I remember 

Pedaling down Longwood Drive, on our Schwinn bicycles

Just you – and me

in your one-piece bathing suit

And if I knew then

That this was the closest

We’d get to heaven

And that you’d fade away

Without me

That I’d be waiting in line 

To see you again

If I knew that

I’d have squeezed the handles on the brakes

Reached for you

And told you how much I’d miss you

and cried, because heaven was right here 

on the sidewalk, under the giant oaks

And I’d watch the summer sun 

illuminate your blonde hair

and I’d tell you 

that you would always make my world

a summer day

And I’d always remember us together

on our bicycles

And that I’d only see you again, 

and remember you, years later,

in the faces of my children

And in the warm breeze and the summer sun

in Beau’s blonde hair and blue eyes

right there, under the giant oaks on Monteray avenue

Next to the green house

Another summer day, another daydream

another heaven, one without you

So I’m waiting in line, Cathy

On my green Schwinn, by the green house