It's been a nice life coming along,
I use to live wistfully without list,
But life is kind enough to barter
As long as the future insist.
There'll be a nice life coming,
I use to resist the idea of heaven skylines,
I imagine the Son is a God within us,
Upperlands expunged of human pride,
Only I and thee angel folk glee on high
Would be my idea of grandeur paradise.