Wrong Heaven

the other day I passed the place where you work

I just had to watch you

you've got a wonderful way of moving your hands

so easy to forget

I think I stood there for hours

when someone came and said

she isn't one of your kind

remembered that I said

I was your wrong heaven ...

I remember the day my blue car broke down

we had to walk for miles

heading back for the nearest town

it gave us time to talk

and you told me about your friends

and I just had to laugh

and I told you about the days

when I worked on a ship to Perth

I was your wrong heaven ...

ooh, it's not a matter for my tombstone

ooh, will never be

you will be a rose in my memories

ooh, it's not a matter for my tombstone

ooh, will never be

will never be, will never be

I was your wrong heaven...