Reservation for Heaven Verse 1 I’ve been walking these back-road miles, Carrying sins like a suitcase of trials. Prayin’ at dawn, confessin’ at night, Tryin’ to turn wrong into somethin’ right. Pre-Chorus Every step I take feels borrowed, Every prayer a ticket bought. If the gate is made of mercy, I hope my name’s still on that spot. Chorus I got a reservation for heaven, Made it long ago. Paid for with tears and forgiveness, On a credit line of hope. If the angels check my number, Lord, don’t leave me waitin’ slow— I got a reservation for heaven, But I’m still workin’ off the toll. Verse 2 Whiskey nights and wasted years, Echo loud in these ringing ears. But grace has a way of breakin’ through, Like a sunrise after midnight blues. Pre-Chorus Every scar tells me a story, Every song’s a chance to mend. If the road is lined with glory, Let me see it at the end. Chorus I got a reservation for heaven, Made it long ago. Paid for with tears and forgiveness, On a credit line of hope. If the angels check my number, Lord, don’t leave me waitin’ slow— I got a reservation for heaven, But I’m still workin’ off the toll. Bridge [Bluesy/Folksy Break] Ain’t no golden crown I’m chasin’, No riches to my name. Just a seat at the table of mercy, Where love don’t count the blame. [soft guitar riff / harmonica solo here] Final Chorus [Big Pop Lift] I got a reservation for heaven, Signed in the Savior’s hand. A weary soul with a ticket, Tryin’ to reach the promised land. If the angels call my number, I’ll be ready when they show— I got a reservation for heaven, And Lord, I’m comin’ home.
