A Little Concerned, That's All Songtext
von Hamell on Trial

Heaven′s walls are covered with frost
The gates are locked, the keys been lost
There's snow on the drive, and the shades are down
There′s mail in the box, and there's no one around

Angels smoke with snow on their wings
Huddled in an alley, saying some of those things
That you shouldn't say out loud, that no one should hear
But you take a look around and the meaning is clear

And the phone is dead, the bills aren′t paid
The housekeeper admits that she′s afraid
There's people on the road with maps and flares
And a convoy of trucks moves from there

Some attempt help but are turned away
By a hand written sign, "No visitors today"
A conference of saints meet in the hall
Share coffee and crepes and stare at the wall


Where have you gone?
Don′t bury your head
We're getting concerned that you might be sick

Satan conjures evil and when he′s done
There's silence from Heaven, he′s thinkin' this is no fun
So he makes his way to Heaven through the gates down the hall
Poundin' on the bedroom door, hears nothing through the wall

And the moving men want someone to sign
A representative says that everything is fine
When the TV camera′s off, there′s sweat on his brow
He wonders if purgatory has his resume by now

Where have you gone?
Don't bury your head
We′re getting concerned you might be sick

In the shipping room, an old lady sits
At five the whistle blows, she bends her head and quits
10 miracles completed, it's been a busy day
She can′t keep up the pace but the work won't go away

Where have you gone?
Don′t bury your head
We're getting concerned you might be sick