Last night I dreamed I went to Road Kill Heaven,
I was a squirrel run down in front of the Seven Eleven.
I was just trying to get to the other side,
Now I lay on the curb, twitching and barely alive.
My soul it flew straight up into the sky,
I flew so fast and, yes, I flew so high.
I landed in a place that was so fresh and green,
Trees, grass and fields, but no deadly machines.
All the animals, well, they ran free up there,
I saw cats and squirrels and, yes, an occasional bear.
Everything was just so peaceful and serene,
It was the most beautiful place I think I’ve ever been.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm,
I was in my bed and I was safe and warm,
But a part of me wanted to go right back there,
To lie in the grass and breathe the fresh clean air.
Oh gosh, how I miss Road Kill Heaven,
Oh gosh, how I miss Road Kill Heaven………….