Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2020

A passport to Limbo is what you shall be
When Man's darkest days are numbered but three
I'll transport to Nowhere -- the land of undead
While visions of rapture still flash through my head

A passport to Limbo in Man's darkest hour
I'll be safe from thunder and lightning and show'r
I'll transport to Somewhere -- the land where I'll live
And hope that the Others will try to forgive