Hello Yellow Brick Road:

Within the vicinity of the Heavens
Down those charming streets of Paradise,
Where St. Peter walks the line
And the King of Kings resides..

A harmonious wrought iron gate
With door handles like diamonds,
Where they praise the Lord on hands and feet
Breathing fresh air with hints of almonds.

Home of the father of Jesus Christ
And that reason believers are alive,
In the land of buttermilk and pure honey
And where silver chariots take a drive.

Where the face of a honest thief
And those crowded bustling streets,
Are stained with the most liveliest colors
To show everyone that life is neat.

There's crystal clear trout streams to fish
And soothing rubbing creams of pleasure,
Where all precious skin is in his image
And the lost souls are his treasure.

Where faithful eyes sing and pray
And all speaking tongues proclaim his name,
Where only eyes jump for joy
And Angels thank him for no blame.

Where the fresh taste of water
It always flows just like wine,
The dead shall rise again
And eyesight for the blind,

Where baby steps are fine
If the Ocean is your path,
And poison ivy vines
Will never make you scratch.

Where all your biggest dreams
Spring from the wishing well,
And burning bushes talk
As far as I can tell.

Where those ten commandments
Are the law of the land,
Where only the truth is spoken
To every woman and every man.

Where those tired caterpillars
Always have their wings,
Where mud taste like cocoa
And bees they have no sting.

Where love is the language
Making every heartbeat pound,
Where you can only see smiles
For they can't turn upside down.

Where rainy days and kites
They both try to get along,
Where you never have to stumble
Cause feet are standing strong.

Where teardrops never pour
For rainbows rule the sky,
And airplanes are forgotten
Because magic carpets catch your eye.

When the caviar moon touches the sky
And all lost sheep are safe in bed,
Where the World greatest rock stars
Pluck harp strings with arrowheads.

A lighthouse beckons from Heaven's gate
That big spotlight of peace and love,
Those stunning views from those pearly gates
That are purer than any white dove.

A strong public figure appears
And he walks through that righteous place,
And all of his most devoted followers
Are magically drawn to his face.

They savor every minute blessed
As eyes enjoy their special views,
That long brown flowing Jesus hair
And those flip flops he wore as shoes.

The reason for the last supper
Now all those fishermen are full of grins,
So they raise their hands and their goblets
To that Holy man that freed their sins.

Atop that Mansion on ice cream mountain
Where cut rubies paint the ground,
Live those golden streets of tomorrow
That match the King of Kings Royal crown.