There's a house on a hill you can hear it still, contemplation 
There's a table a chair and a room that is spare, isolation
The topics discussed include dust, to the state of the nation
And the people in there trade in joy or disrepair, satisfaction 
And there are 15 steps to heaven
Eddie Cochran got it wrong, and if you sow lend me your soul you feel the shake rattle and roll
Before to long
There's a time and a place and the thrill of the chase, deconstruction
You could let your guard down but it won't bring around, supplication 
And it seems days on end till the sight of friend in conversation
But if things get you down its a short ride to town for libation
Nothing ever seems to hurry
There is no Greenwich mean time there
And with the setting of the sun strange if anything gets done, but we don't care
May the night be my ear voices whisper in your ear, apparition 
but when the wind blows and the old timbers glow, superstition 
But there's no finer place to zone in and embrace, the seclusion 
it's as sharp as a knife and the rest of your life is an illusion
And nothing ever seems to hurry, there is no Greenwich mean time there 
and with the setting of the sun its strange if anything gets done
But we don't care
Cos there are 15 steps to heaven
Old Eddie Cochran got it wrong, and if you sow lend me your soul you feel the shake rattle and roll
Before to long