Thereâs a time I can recall
Four years old and three feet tall
Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar
And both were out of reach
And later on in my high school
It seemed to me a little cruel
How the right words to say always seemed to stay
Just out of reach
Well I should not have thought it strange
That growing causes growing pains
âCause the more we learn the more we know
We donât know anything
But still it seems a tragic fate
Living with this quiet ache
The constant strain for what remains
Just out of reach
Chorus
We are reaching for the future
We are reaching for the past
And no matter what we have we reach for more
We are desperate to discover
What is just beyond our grasp
But maybe thatâs what heaven is for
There are times I canât forget
Dressed up in my Sunday best
Trying not to squirm and to maybe learn
A bit of what the preacher preached
And later lying in the dark
I felt a stirring in my heart
And though I longed to see what could not be seen
I still believed
I guess I shouldnât think it odd
Until we see the face of God
The yearning deep within us tells us
Thereâs more to come
So when we taste of the divine
It leaves us hungry every time
For one more taste of what awaits
When heavenâs gates are reached
Repeat chorus
I believe thatâs what heaven is for
Thereâs a time I can recall
Four years old and three feet tall
Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar
And both were out of reach