Imagine a planet of wheat
Maybe blue skies, fluffy clouds
It's a place of perfect days
Some birds in the sky
Where no insects play

There, wine flows from the trees
No crowds, waiting or lines
Free coffee in the mornings
Steak, breakfast, lunch, and dinner
My truck never runs out of gas
Somewhere where I can
Get totally lost, everyday

There I make thousand yard shots
Taking the X, quartered, in four
Maybe out the passenger side
Sleeping in the bed of the truck
Maybe a hammock off the bumper

Not a care in the world
Smelling fresh grass all night
I can see forever, ever in stars
I'll bathe in the afternoon rain
Cookfire when I hunger
Sleep, when tired
Such a false lie

It might have been heaven
It's all great, with a shrug
I'll be bored in an hour
Is love such a life
Everything just right?

My heaven is with you
No other life will do
The absolute worst you can do
Still more perfect than not
Why choose this, would I?
Because without just you
All perfection, would be hell