© 2007 Words
and Music by Mark B. Sostrin
< Verse >
Zipped up my coat started
the car drove to the convenience store
Witnessed a fight between
a man and his wife standing by the door
Tears were shed words were
said under fluorescent lights
Reminded me the day my
wife left after our own terrible fight
< Verse >
She stood in line tears in
her eyes asked for cigarettes
Her purse was empty he’d
spent it last night buying drinks for his friends
Smokes are not for me
they’re for him you see I’ve got to get home
He said don’t come back
without a pack I’ll break your every bone
< Chorus >
Come into Heaven’s 7-11
there’s one located near you
You got troubles God knows
your needs in a storm any port will do
Lights are on floor’s
mopped and clean windows shiny and bright
Coffee’s made shelves are
stocked open day and night
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< Verse >
The child stood frozen on
the spot he’d never stolen before
Brother and sister needed
milk he started for the door
Security grabbed him by
the arm wrestled him to the floor
Little boy sighed tears in
his eyes afraid for what was in store
< Bridge >
Magazine covers disgruntled
lovers, soda, pretzels and beer
Pig’s feet and jerky,
candy and coffee no price too dear
Cashier and mirror see it
all every heart’s desire
We all broke down there on
the spot felt our souls were on fire
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< Verse >
A man stood by tears in
his eyes bought the kid groceries
Then he placed a track in
everyone’s sack he even had one for me
It spoke of Heaven’s 7-11
where salvation was free
With a loaf of bread I
bowed my head thanked God his Son died for me
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