Somewhere in the Heavens Met a girl, I met a woman: she took me home. As I sat in her kitchen, there was something, something I should have known. She had warm, brown eyes, didn’t need to stay too much. And as I sat beside her I knew an angel’s, knew an angel’s touch. It sent me, sent me singing, singing for no one but me. Somewhere in the heavens they're singing our song, singing our song for free. Met a man; he was a preacher. He helped me through my strife. As he told me stories, I felt the heartbeat runnin’ through my life. He talked of men and riches, of lives unlived and seeds unsown. Though he spoke of angels, I lived each life as if it were my own. It sent me, sent me singing singing for no one but me. Somewhere in the heavens they're singing our song, singing our song for free.