In God’s Waiting Room
Garland Jeffreys
Laughing at the notion of death
Giddy at the motion of my very last breath
While the world replicates
The feelings of doom
I’ll be standing in line
In God’s waiting room
The Staple Singers will be present
In my very last dream
Fingers at my funeral
On guitars turned up to sixteen
Nothin’ really changed
In the colors I see
Still be laughing at death
When God’s finger points to me
In God’s waiting room
In God’s waiting room
Everybody’s born to die
It’s what you make of your time
Anybody’s guess
When it rolls by
Your guess is as good as mine
Yours yours yours is as good as mine
I can picture who’ll be driving
With mе down my burial road
While I prepare mysеlf
For my next episode
I’ll be speakin’ in tongues
I’ll be writin’ down in code
