Carl Stevens Tribute

FOR PAUL

Go home, Sully, To where the grass is green and tall, Where every home is a microphone; You can own them all. You can take calls from Saint Peter, Argue with prophets and popes. Take the heavenly twine of rhetoric And knit yourself some hope. Know the jo y that Adam knew Long before the fall. Go home, Sully, To where the grass is green and tall...

...To where angels speak in sound bites As long as the Nile and wider, Where everything's so peaceful That Gandhi’s considered a fighter; Where God will bring you breakfast, Only the expensive stuff; Breathe in, breathe out, enjoy yourself, God knows you suffered enough. Buy yourself a radio In heaven's shopping mall. Go home, Sully, To where the grass is green and tall.

Back here we'll shine your memory Like a trophy in a case. We can fill your time slot, But who could take your place? Who can fill a room like you With laughter, wit and venom? In a week you'll have the Top-rated talk show in heaven. Elijah, Paul and Moses, I’m sure that they will call. Go home, Sully, To where the grass is green and tall.

Say good-bye to all the doctors. They will not cut again. I’m sure it seemed these past few years Like pain was your best friend. But now the pain is over, Your spirit rises high. You showed us how to live And you taught us how to die. You’re out of that hospital bed; Laugh out loud, stand tall. Welcome home, Paul Sullivan, To where the grass is green and tall.