The Hobos
All the flowers cry again, Where you been so long? Paradise like a soda with ice Is waiting in the heaven of green Follow me wherever I sing Show me your arms and the broken wings Follow me until you've been To the heaven of green In the heaven of green Time is up must be going gate is locked for good would you like to return would you like to be heard would you like to be seen in the heaven of green? In the heaven of green