Get Back To Work

It’s true, I’ve never been to heaven
I hope it’s better than pictures I’ve seen
I won’t be caught dead playing a harp
Give me a Martin D-18

And what’s up with all of the music?
Don’t they know about the mess down here?
Hey Peter, bring me the manager
Angels, earn your wings this year
And

Get back to work
Have you nothing to do but sit around singing?
Get back to work
Time spent singing could be time spent building dreams

I dreamt I snuck into God’s office
Looked for him all over the place
There he was, leading the choir
With a great big smile on his face
I said

Get back to work
Have you nothing to do but sit around singing?
Get back to work
Time spent singing could be time spent building dreams

God exhaled slowly on the window
Frosting the glass with the breath from his lips
All the times I could have made something better
Appeared as tracings from fingertips

God said, Management in heaven
Is just like earth; it works just the same way
I gave you free will and opposable thumbs
I didn’t get to be God without learning how to delegate
So

Get back to work
Have you nothing to do but sit around singing?
Get back to work
Time spent singing could be time spent building dreams