I got 29 ways to make it to my baby’s door
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby’s door
And if she needs me bad
I can find about two or three more

I got one through the basement
Two down the hall
And when the going gets tough
I got a hole in the wall
(Chorus)

I can come through the chimney like Santa Claus
Go through the window and that ain’t all
A lot of good ways I don’t want you to know
I even got a hole in the bedroom floor

(Chorus)

I got a way through the closet behind her clothes
A way through the attic that no one knows
A master key that fits every lock
A hidden door behind the grandfather clock

(Chorus)

Let’s go down to the sound tonight
Tide is low and we can walk on water
Reel me in under that starry light
Just like the fisherman’s daughter

Baby when the bands and the barkers go home
They say that Venus she rises
From out of the foam
She dances on air and laughs at the moon
And watches young lovers in fiery dunes

So are you willing to wait for the miracle
Willing to wait it through
Are you willing to wait for the miracle
Or don’t you believe they’re true?

There’s an old man sitting by the side of the pier
He’s got his cross and his camera
And his bottle of beer
He just sits all day and all through the night
Praying for a vision or a heavenly light

‘Cause he’s willing to wait for the miracle
Willing to wait it through
He’s willing to wait for the miracle
What else is he gonna do?
What else is he gonna do?

Now me I don’t need no heavenly sign
‘Cause I got the water and the wine
So baby please let your lovelight shine
‘Cause we’re all gonna meet our maker
Sometime

That’s why I’m willing to wait for the miracles
I’m willing to wait them through
I’m willing to wait for the miracles
But I just can’t wait — for you
Just can’t wait for you
Let’s go down to the sound tonight
And walk on water
Walk on water
Walk on water

Let’s go down to Hamburg
Let’s go down right now
Let’s go down to Hamburg
Let’s go down right now

I don’t wanna go to Berlin
Would be such a sin
Let’s go down to Hamburg
Right now

Don’t gimme no Paris
Don’t gimme no France
Take me to Hamburg, baby
Where they know how to dance

I don’t need Munich
And I don’t want Rome
Just take me to Hamburg
‘Cause I can’t find Cologne

Just take me to Hamburg
In the Music Hall
Take me to Hamburg
I’m sure we’re gonna have a ball

Take me to Hamburg….

I really don’t miss the USA
I’ll stay in Europe any old day
I wanna be where I get relief
Give me the place where they invented beef

Take me to Hamburg….

I could hear the shutters banging
In my mother’s house
And the wind just kept blowing off the lake
I ran down to the front door
And told the ambulance man
“Everything’s all right here Sir
There must be some mistake”

CHORUS 1
Saints preserve us
We’re all going down
This ship is sinking in the sea
Saints preserve us
And carry us along
For we may be together in eternity

My father was staring off into another world
And my mother she was laying very still
The baby was crying
And I tried to block it out
Then from somewhere deep inside me
Came a deathly chill

CHORUS 2
Saints preserve us
Wherever we might fall
This is all too big a mystery
I remember I was standing in the corner of the room
Saying “Look at how she’s leaving us
So quietly so soon”

And in her final hour
I saw her reaching up her hands
Like she was asking to be taken high above us
Didn’t she love us?

CHORUS 1

ENDING CHORUS
Saints preserve us
Saints preserve us
Wherever we may fall
Saints preserve us
Saints preserve us
And carry us along

Rock of Ages let our song
Praise (your) saving power;
Thou amidst the raging foes;
(You were) our sheltering tower
(Our sheltering tower).

Rock of Ages let our song
Praise Thy saving power;
Thou amidst the raging foes;
(You were) our sheltering tower
(Our sheltering tower.)

Furious they assailed us,
But thine arm availed us,
And Thy word broke their sword,
When our own strength failed us.

And (your) word broke their sword,
When our own strength failed us.

Children of the (Wanderers)
Whether free or fettered
Wake the echoes of the songs
Where ye may be scattered

Yours the message cheering
That the time is nearing
Which will see all men free
And tyrants disappearing

(Hope will see all men free,
And tyrants disappearing)