And though a lot of the addresses in heaven
Are clearly marked others have faded
To gray hieroglyphs
But I know that I will find you
Walking toward down some street
Like what kept you I've been waiting
Hours took the wrong plane
Wound up in the spiritual equivalent
Of a seaside town an old man
Talked me into renting this condo
Like we always planned
When we won the lotto
Just joking Lord but it's true
You prepared a place for me
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