Oh Heaven, can I make a reservation?
I'm coming
I'll be there with the early snow
If it gets too cold
I want to walk your streets of gold
Put me down in your register
Oh Heaven, can I make a reservation?
I'm coming
In mid-July they say it's gonna get hot
And I just might die
I want to drink from your fountain of life
I want to laugh, and never cry
Oh Heaven, can I make a reservation?
I'm coming
I'll be there as the arrows fly
In this troubled world
And when those golden gates swing open
There'll be nowhere left for me to go
Oh Heaven, can I make a reservation?
I'm coming
You are my final destination
I'm coming
I'm gonna try and do as I'm told
So would you carefully check your rolls?