Lyrics
From Earth to Nirvana
By Ian G. Clifton
January 9th, 2003
When everyone's job is their passion
Chosen not for money made
Memories of the harsh times
Will surely be quick to fade
I choose to work eight hours
In fact I might work more
Because my job is my passion
It warms me to my very core
I want to be a carver
Make woodwork oh-so fine
I want to be a priest
Searching for God's sign
Everyone does what they love
We're dancing to our own beat
The demons of dissatisfaction
We did defeat
When you do what you love
You smile the whole day
You never want to sleep
Wasting your life away
I want to be a doctor
Save lives left and right
I want to be a boxer
Never give up the fight
We're so happy with life
We cannot stand still
Everyone's happy and healthy
No-one ever falls ill
Honey, I'll be late tonight
'Cause I'm doing what I love
I get so excited
Making buildings so high above
I want to ride a red truck
Save lives fighting fires
I'll never be a politician
Our world doesn't need liars
No-one needs a vacation
To get away from work
Everyone's always friendly
No-one is a jerk
Everyone's word is gold
Contracts are never signed
We've cured every disease
Even gave sight to the blind
We always look good
'Cause our smiles are bright
No-one goes hungry
Everyone gets a bite
I want to be a dancer
Light up the whole floor
I want to be a teacher
Tell of the last war
There are no more wars
Those are a thing of the past
I mean, how could you ever think
The idea of killing would last?
Look at the world we made
It is Heaven on Earth
We enjoy every second of life
From our very birth