Won't you take me with you darling
And this place just keeps on getting sadder
And I smell you on this pillow
as I lie here in our old bed
With a bottle and a bible,
I just pray i might get some rest
When I get my wings I'm a gonna
Open up, I'm coming through
And I put you in that blue dress and
a new pair of high heel shoes
And a photograph of two love drunk kids on
the day that they said i do
57 years of memories fall like
And I could not help myself but cry
as they laid you in the ground
When I get my wings I'm a gonna
Go ahead and you can tell St. Peter
And every Sunday I kneel down to pray
And every night I lay down and hope
I wake up back in your arms
And go ahead and you can tell St. Peter
Open up, I'm coming on through
don't think I can wait any longer
come back and hold you my love
Just as soon as I get my wings