Stuck Here Paradise

There's dust in the pockets of this miner's coat
With enough dreaming it could turn into gold
I don't want to miss you before I am gone
but we're growing old or so I am told

Days pass quickly like sparks on the highway
Splinters of wood tell me that something is gone
When the time comes I'll regret nothing
I'll wait for you there before moving on

All of the angels tell me I won't miss you
Up here in paradise, living so fine
but I feel the same, not much has changed
and now I'm stuck here in paradise with you on my mind

Those nights in Montana I think they prepared me
They asked me to leave all my possessions behind
But I remained calm and just tried to focus
I slipped into heaven a picture of you in my mind

Bury my body in the Sawtooth Mountains
Free my spirit in the Western breeze
All of the angels are singing in chorus
It's not yet time for you to leave

All of the angels tell me I won't miss you
Up here in paradise, living so fine
but I feel the same, not much has changed
and now I'm stuck here in paradise with you on my mind