… The curtain of darkness is fallin
And my friends are all here at my side.
Are those the sweet voices of angels
As I rise on that heavenly tide
… All hearts overflowin with sadness
And those words left so often unsaid
Then I could hear a voice whispering softly,
Could I have all your stuff when you're dead??
Could I have your TV and your pickup?
And I've always admired your shoes.
Could I have that old dining room table?
And there's a couple of chairs I could use.?
… Well, you know that you're headed to glory,
And like a star, up to heaven you'll shoot
When they write the last page of your story,
Could I try on that seersucker suit??
… It was the voice of my dear brother Thomas.
He was kneelin down close by my side.
His breath had just come from a funeral
For a mouth full of teeth that had died.
… Well, I prayed my last prayer for salvation.
I was feelin the touch of God's hand.
But I could still hear the voice of my brother
As they struck up that old angel band.
… Could I have your old ski boots and surf board?
And maybe that four-poster bed?
Would you mind if I took a few records?
Just Nirvana, The Stones, and the Dead?
… Well, you know that you can't take it with you
To your heavenly home up on high.
When you pass through those gates, and they hand you your wings,
Could I have all your stuff when you die?
… But the angels consulted St. Peter
And flew me back to my hospital bed.
My life was a new day a-dawning,
And the angels took Tommy instead.
