When your Ticket is Called
When your ticket is called itís time to leave.
Time to go and be with the Maker.
Whether the reaper is sudden or forewarned,
Whether oneís hopes are fulfilled or forsaken.
Itís all over, finished,† caput;
When your ticket is called, so well,
No hasta luego, later or morrow;
Weíll see you in heaven or in hell.
Or wherever you go when you go,
Good luck, good soul, the bodyís history;
Our flesh returns back to dust,
To where the Spirit moves on to,† remains a mystery.
Until when your ticket is called