Your Little Secret

Your Little Secret is probably my least favorite Melissa Etheridge album, because I could never relate to its central-theme of being infatuated with a closeted, and otherwise entangled, woman. However, I’ve been listening to it more lately as the road of my life has entered a “curves ahead” section of my own design...and because I'm going to see her in concert in July.

And lo and behold! Through my listening I found a gem that I had never paid attention to before. While many of the songs on this album still fail to really grab hold and shake me as most of her efforts do, this ballad could not describe more perfectly the essence of the first and last thought of my every day: my little secret.

All the Way to Heaven
By Melissa Etheridge

I want to find me a car
With only one headlight
A straight six Ford
On a good luck night
I want to roll down the windows
And teach you to fly
I want to give you a thrill
The kind you can't buy

I want to lose all your demons and go
I want to tear off your chains 'cause I know

All the way to heaven is heaven
Caught between the spirit and the dust
All the way to heaven is heaven
Deep inside of us

I want to find me a bar
With a blue light on Dollar shot specials
A bartender named Dawn
Painting the town
Selling the farm
You can pierce your nose
And I'll tattoo my arm

I want to lose all your demons and go
I want to tear off your chains 'cause I know

All the way to heaven is heaven
Caught between the spirit and the dust
All the way to heaven is heaven
Deep inside of us

I want to find me a carnival
Outside of town
A tilt-a-whirl set up
With a merry-go-round
Cotton candy fingers
And a snow cone mouth
I want to roll you in sawdust
Till they run us both out

All the way to heaven
All the way