Tryin' To Get To Heaven - David Bowie

The air is getting hotter

There’s a rumbling in the sky

I’ve been wading through the high muddy water

With the heat rising through my eyes

Every day, your memory grows dimmer

It doesn’t haunt me like it did before

I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere

Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

Oh, hey, yeah

Oh, when I was in Missouri

They would not let me be

I had to leave there in a hurry

I only saw what they let me see