Diana Lawrence

BEA

Lord, won’t you sit down at this table.
Pour yourself a nice cold glass of beer.
There’s something on my mind,
and answer I can’t find,
and since I don’t pray
we might as well talk here.

See, I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to go.
If there’s heaven, if there’s hell,
I never want to know.
I don’t want to go, no.
Oh Lord, let me live forever.

Lord, I hear there’s an end of days.
I hear there’ll come a time I’ll end up dead.
But Lord, you have the tools
to make exceptions to the rules
so won’t you let this poor soul
keep on living instead.

I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to go.
If there’s heaven, if there’s hell,
I never want to know.
I don’t want to go, no.
Oh Lord, let me live forever.

You may say I am frightened of the things I can’t explain.
You may say I fear the darkness, the pain, the regret.
But the truth, for what it’s worth,
is I’m in love with life in earth.
And I’m begging you, Lord, for every second I can get.

I’m no sinner, I’m no saint.
sometimes I’m proud to say my name, sometimes I ain’t.
Can’t tell you, there’s no evidence to show.
I can’t tell you why I’m living, but there’s one thing that I know:

I don’t want to go (oh Lord)…

Oh Lord, if you’re sitting at this table,
if you’ve heard these words that I’ve said,
and I still must go someday,
give me till I’m old and grey,
and with a smile on my lips
let me say from my bed
that I’m

ready to go.
I’m ready to go.
I’m tired, old and lonely and I’ve
learned all I will know.
I’m ready to go.
Strange to say it’s so.
Oh Lord, let me rest forever.