Streets Of Heaven (Promises, Promises) - Sam Roberts

What a way for a life to end
What a way for a life to begin
You come out kickin 'and Cryin'
You can not afford to lose
You do not know how to win
Just do not forget where you came from
Do not forget who you are
They're all beatin 'the same drum
You've been playin 'guitar

You hear the angel callin '
From the streets of heaven
You go to work in the mornin '
Get home by eleven
You're just a drop in the ocean
So do not rock the boat 'cause heads will roll ...

Promises, promises
Got no control over this
Promises, promises
Not much to show except the ....
I've been lifting heavy rocks

I've been sifting Memories
My mind is always drifting
And under me, the sands are shifting

You hear the angel callin '
From the streets of heaven
You go to work in the mornin '
Get home by eleven
You're just a drop in the ocean
So do not rock the boat cause heads will roll ...

You're a drop in the ocean, baby
Do not drift away
Just a body in motion, baby
You're food for days
You're just a drop in the ocean
So do not rock the boat cause heads will roll ...

We're all lyin 'awake at night
We're all givin 'the same advices
We're all sayin 'it do not feel right
We're all rollin 'the same ol' dice
You're always worried about money
You got the sting but no honey
They're always puttin 'their hooks in me
They're always cookin 'the books on me now

Just do not forget where you came from
Do not forget who you are
They're all beatin 'the same drum
You've been playin 'guitar

You hear the angel callin '
From the streets of heaven
You go to work in the morning
Get home by eleven
You're just a drop in the ocean
So do not rock the boat cause heads will roll ...

You're a drop in the ocean, baby
Do not drift away
Just a body in motion, baby
You're food for days
You're just a drop in the ocean
So do not rock the boat cause heads will roll ...