Lyrics

If I get to heaven, I’ll walk down every street
If they're speaking English, I'll tell everyone I meet
all about California; how nice it is back home
If I make it back alive, I'll call them on the phone
and wish them well

Now there's lots of hopeful people hanging on a wire
while angry men with microphones are preaching to the choir
They're talking about family values; talking about hate and hell;
talking about salvation and I hope it turns out well

But if I accidentally get sent to heaven
and it's the heaven they've been selling on TV
I'll walk up to Jesus’ gate;
ask him what's with all this hate
and where are all my good friends supposed to be;
and what the hell are we doing here, you and me

One of my first memories is a church in San Diego
a building filled with mystery and places to hide
I’d climb up to the tower; spy on all my friends;
hear the congregation sing with pride

But if I accidentally get sent to heaven
and it's the heaven they've been selling on TV
I'll walk up to Jesus’ gate;
ask him what's with all this hate
and where are all my friends supposed to be;
and what the hell are we doing here, you and me

If I get to heaven, I’ll walk down every street
If they're speaking English, I'll tell everyone I meet
that I wish them well