Too many people, too much trouble, too many problems in the morn.

Another sunrise in the rubble, another ship sunk by the storm.

Some little angel tries to tell me that it's over,

It's just a bad reflection from above.

The load upon my shoulder makes me stronger, even bolder,

Oh no no, I haven't had enough.

Heaven can wait 'til another day,

Cause there ain't no reason to leave.

The world is a stage where we all can play.

Another fine reason to live, and heaven can wait, heaven can wait.