I don't believe in a heaven, I don't believe in a hell. If I'm right or ignorant, only time will tell. I'll be down-to-earth for years, 'till the day I make it out And that day God will forgive me, it will be my turnabout. The archangels will open the enormous golden gate And they will never mention that I never prayed.
But I still keep wondering what it's like to be beyond, In the land where no one hears you, in the land that you avoid. And I don't know for sure and I bet nobody does As we all have our own pictures of paradise.
When I think about it trying to find out what it is, I come to the answer that it is our dreams. By the gold escalator you arrive at the place Where no one remembers your worst mistakes. Where no one is going to push you around And there's no one to whom you must account.
But I still keep wondering what it's like to be beyond, In the land where no one hears you, in the land that you avoid. And I don't know for sure and I bet nobody does As we all have our own pictures of paradise.
The point to keep in mind here is the one below this line: If you want to reach that land you must be good while you're alive. I'm sure you have heard of The Ten Commandments stuff And what amazing things are laughter and love. Be good and be sure you'll get there one day And it doesn't matter how often you pray.
But I still keep wondering what it's like to be beyond, In the land where no one hears you, in the land that you avoid. And I don't know for sure and I bet nobody does As we all have our own pictures of paradise.