Let me show you around
There's so much here to see
Heaven is no Earthly place
- still needs it's machines

We call this one the Spirit Clock
It measures Valued Moments
Lights flash when you've had too much
And everybody wants too much...

This one's for our daily bread
On silver trays right to your bed
Lights flash when you're overfed
But everybody's overfed...

No idea what this one does
Needles flicker I hear a buzz
But underneath...rust

God is in his Heaven
All's right in his domain
Perhaps he feels discarded
Ah, but still he looks the same
He taps an ancient keyboard
And sends the summer rain...
...did you say a touch too much?