From the recording In The City's Arms
Lyrics
clear 'cross the rooftops, sawing time
cold as a bed spring, subliminal crime
lost in heaven on California time
stuck in heaven, miles from the ticket line
you don't know the first thing about love
you want a walk in the park
this place is suicide - nothing but time
that place is diseased - leave it behind
the death of the mind
lost in heaven on California time
stuck in heaven, miles from the ticket line
...they came for you in the night
but you were all out of fight