Lyrics: Barrett Conner/Danny Silberstein/Annika Bennett
Music: Barrett Conner/Danny Silberstein/Annika Bennett
We're sitting on the couch at Danny's
Talking 'bout where we hope we'd go when we die
Danny's dreaming of a small town sports bar
Where the Lakers keep on winning like it's 2009
And the chicken is fried
I've been ruminating on my living
Put my head down staring at my shoes all the time
Been wishing that it could be different
Barely given any thought to this heaven of mine
Don't know what it'd be like
Maybe it's the mountains orange in October
Maybe it's a wild night without the hangover
Maybe it's a campfire, crickets like a church choir
Maybe it's that one song playing on forever
Maybe her and me growing old together, looking at a sunrise, reflecting off her blue eyes
Oh lord don't take me there
Heaven's down here, it's everywhere
Anni's dreaming of a field in the summer
Running barefoot across it just like a kid
Oh shit, that's sick, I wonder
Is there a little piece of heaven in all that I do-o-o
In all that I do-o-o
Now I'm looking around
Now I'm seeing it too-o-o
Maybe it's the blue sky peaking through the window
Maybe it's my head on the cold side of the pillow
Maybe it's a campfire, crickets like a church choir
Maybe it's a bread roll with a little butter
Maybe it's that I get to love her
Maybe it's a sunrise, reflecting off her blue eyes
Oh lord, don't take me there
'Cause heaven's done here, it's everywhere