sometimes past midnight
my window'll be open
'n ill hear the rev
of a motorcycle
that sounds got me hopin
that maybe in my dreams
ill meet up with Him
and we can pretend
Hes come back from heaven

nothing was more lovely
than the sound of His voice
along with the strum  
of His guitar

how I wish my Baby
wasn't so far
away.

I remember how bad He hurt
and how He always put others first
no wonder He needed to get high
to escape the strife in His life
it was the only way He could fly


He constantly had roses blooming
in His mind
though animosity was constantly
looming
from all His connections, riches, n fame

it was all enough
to drive anyone insane.

but

my Baby had always been a rose
and
when His band was all the rage
He would light up the stage
with His angelic ways
n His bass draped
cross His small frame

Hes gone now
He had to go
back from where
He came

heaven

ill still be waitin
for Him
on His black motorcycle
with the flames
because nothings the same
without Him.