On The Floor Of Heaven

(*Billy Cowsill/Jeffrey Hatcher)
 On the floor of heaven*
 With their heavenly hands
 Speaking to no one
 Knowing they'll understand
 All the love letters written
 Not a one ever sent
 But the time for regretting
 Has come to an end
 Will I scattered like dreams
 But they'll dreaming no longer
 So alone so it seems
 And they tell they'll be hurting
 Even more now than then
 Almost all men, all men
 No they won't go on circling
 When they've learned how to bend
 Almost all men, all men
 The time is coming and they look back
 All on the living they have done
 The things they're taking and all they've shared
 The loves they've lost and they've won
 Soon they'll be feeling alright
 Hear angels crying forever
 Some weeping all through the night
 And those gray clouds grow heavy
 Till the rains have been spent
 Washing all of them
 Almost all men
 Almost all men