God I’ve got to talk with you because I’m not sure you’re there.
Of course I’m sure you’re there, it’s just that I don’t know where.
All the religions have their own ideas about who and where you are.
They’ve fought battles for centuries and each claimed you as their star.
They’re absolutely sure and convinced that their system is right.
Their confidence is bewildering; they’re so intelligent and bright.
But I have a few questions because I believe your nature is sublime,
As I grow older God, I accept I will eventually run out of time.
No one yet has figured out how to get around your rule,
So could you cut me some slack, God, to reach a hundred and be cool?