Lyrics

I’M STUCK IN HEAVEN, BUT I’M ALREADY HALFWAY TO HELL

Something’s got a hold, tugging real tight. Don’t want to run, can’t stop to fight.
This nagging feeling says, “I’d best be moving on.”
It’s that certain glance, that sweet peck on the cheek,
That sway of her hips that makes my knees go weak,
I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell.

Stopped a minute or so on the outskirts of town, a little bit tired, my guard was down,
She said, “the coffee is hot, and the gas is cheap and clean.”
“Take a load off son, come an sit for a spell,”
I shrugged my shoulders, said, “I might as well.”
Now I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell,
I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell.

Bridge:
Might be stuck in heaven, might be stuck in hell, stuck forever, it’s too early to tell.
Just a drop in the bucket or the mighty raging sea,
I swerved to the left, when I should have turned right. Seems I’m in for one hell of a night,
I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell.
I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell.

I was eager to rest, She was eager to please.
Her couch was soft, her home hid in the trees.
But you know how it is; I didn’t get rest ‘til breakfast.
Breakfast done, the sun came up, she threw a glance that meant that’s enough.
I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell.
I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell.

I grabbed my pants, I found my keys, her second glance said I no longer please,
Her third glance said, boy you’d best be moving on.
I spied those “His and Hers” coffee cups, it dawned on me I drank quite enough.
I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell.
I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell.
I’m stuck in Heaven but I’m already halfway to hell.

Words & Music © Mark E. Adams-Westin October 3, 2017 & 2019