A story for another time

The only way is up,
you can see it on every map,
you can even dream it,
innit?

What can I do if my heart is not it the right place,
in mean, heaven and mace,
right instead of left,
if it was a theft, I will side with you,
my dear Scooby Doo.

Until then, uneven and unfold,
trying to get a hold
of the place, where I let my happiness,
a long time ago.
I know!

No hard feelings, no thrill
no onion peel,
how do you feel,
in your mundane, everyday life?
Shall I ask your wife?