Wireless In Heaven - Robert Earl Keen

My wife took all the money, left me for a cop

And I don’t know nobody in this coffee shop

I’m starin' at the menu board, waitin' in a line

With ten bucks on my Starbucks card and one thing on my mind

Is there wireless in heaven?

I just wanna know

Do I need a password to log in when I go?

And does Jesus have a website to send in my e-mail?

Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell?

I order mocha latte ginger jasmine tea

The pretty little cashier girl looks up and smiles at me;

She says «it is an honor», she knows who I am

Her grandpa plays the guitar and he’s my biggest fan

Is there wireless in heaven?

I just wanna know

Do I need a password to log in when I go?

And does Jesus have a website to send in my e-mail?

Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell?

I’m cosmically connected, spiritually aware

They say I’m apathetic, but I don’t really care

Pathetically reflective, feeling over-matched

I wanna meet my maker with no wires attached

Is there wireless in heaven?

I just wanna know

Do I need a password to log in when I go?

Tell me will Jesus answer my e-mail?

Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell?

Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell?