Next Stop Heaven

Rolling into an older crowd
Where books from heaven
   are shown to me
You need your saviour I am told
Just want some fuel
   and then move on
But the woman who loves Jesus
   sits in the back,
Telling me that I have
   gone off the track

Next stop makes me wonder why
   I ever set my foot around
And old bag lady wants to join
But the woman who loves Jesus
   won't make no room
"The importance of my travel
    is much too big
Need no interference
   from someone like you
Take me home, leave her here
I need to go to my father's land

Drive me home"