Well I’ve had quite enough of this old self-pity
Gonna plan my escape from this dull gray city
First thing I’ll do is fall down on my knees and pray

For a simpler time when the world made sense
I’ll just hitch me a ride back to Genesis
When Jesus showed up with a blessing on hand for his favourite patriarch
Old Abraham

I’ll be hangin’ with the Lord while He’s making his rounds
Drinking mead with Charles Dickens in Old London Town
And then we’ll stop at Oscar Wilde’s for a strong cup of tea

Write a motet in Saint Hildegard’s cold cell
And laugh with Siddhartha at the jokes he’d tell
We’ll stop and visit Dostoyevsky in his dreams just to keep in check
The Soviet regime

Amazing Grace how sweet your sound
Come save a wretch like me
From this never ending tedium
I pray to Time Travelling Jesus to take me away
Hey hey hey, take me away

I’ve howled at the arctic moon, watched the desert flowers die
I’ve fallen from the western skies, felt the southern rains run dry
But still I cannot shake the fact that this mortal coyle won’t last
And really, what is there to look forward to
When-you’ve-had breakfast off a show girl’s ass?*

We’ll be discussing the body politic with the Pharisees
Before we hit Blues Alley to hear sweet Eva sing
Catch a Sunday sermon at the church of Dr. King

We’ll hang with Nikola Tesla at the Waldorf-Astoria
Boethius’ll console us with Sophia’s euphoria
We’ll have a whiskey with Bukowski on the sewer grate
Reminisce with St. Peter at the Pearly Gates