I looked over at my pillow
But your face wasn't there.
And I don't smell the perfume you used to wear.
And I don't see your blouse or jeans,
Or your pretty white cotton gown.
And I've looked all over hell,
But Heaven can't be found.
I looked on the bedside table
But your jewelry was all gone.
And I just wish you'd call me
Everytime I look at the phone.
I looked in our dressing mirror
And I saw myself break down.
Oh, I've looked all over hell,
But Heaven can't be found.
I've called and looked in every place
You used to hang around.
I've searched in every bar and club
And honky tonk in town.
And I don't know if I can go on without breaking down.
I've looked all over hell
But Heaven can't be found.
And I don't know if I can go on without breaking down.
Oh, I've looked all over hell,
But my Heaven can't be found.
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