Sunday In Heaven

It's Sunday in Heaven The poppies won't bloom They are laying down for a nap on the couch in God's living room It's Sunday in Heaven and nobody is saved 'Cause Jesus is in the park playing kickball for the rest of the day Their phones are off and they don't wanna talk It's been a long week and their patience is shot It's Sunday way up in Heaven It's Sunday in Heaven Picking prickly pears I'm rolling around in the dirt getting bubblegum stuck in my hair It's Sunday in Heaven It's been a long year I'm killing time turning water to wine I'm waiting for you right here Oh, nobody smokes and they don't get my jokes I'm wonderin' if they sent you down below I'll spend forever way up in Heaven Way up in heaven