Philippians 3:20-21

The path to the awful room that no one will sleep in

again

Was lit for one man only, gone where none can follow him

Try to look down the way he had gone

Back of the closet whose depths go on and on and on

And nice people said he was with God now

Safe in his arms

But the voices of the angels that he heard on his last

days with us

Smoke alarms

Well, the path to the palace of wisdom that the mystics

walk

Is lined with neuroleptics and electric shocks

Hope daily for healing, try not to go insane

Dance in a circle with bells on, try to make it rain

And nice people say he had gone home to God now

Safe in his arms, safe in his arms

But the voices of the angels singing to him in his last

hours with us

Smoke alarms, smoke alarms