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 your 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 seers**er 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 pa** through those gates, and they had 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.