Saving the Best for Last - Marc Cohn

Got into a cab in New York City

Was an Oriental man behind the wheel

Started talking about heaven

Like it was real

Said «They got mansions in heaven

Yeah the angels are building one for me right now

And I know…

They’re saving the best for last

Look around this town

And tell me that it ain’t so

They’re saving the best for last

Don’t ask me how I know

'Cause it must be

Saving the best for last for me

You can go a hundred miles a second

Don’t have to drive no lousy cab

Got everything you want and more man

And the King picks up the tab

You walk around on streets of gold all day

And you never have to listen

To what these customers say and I know…

They’re saving the best for last

Look around this town

And tell me that it ain’t so

They’re saving the best for last

Don’t ask me how I know

'Cause it must be

Saving the best for last for me

I remember when I was a child

Lost in the streets of Chinatown

My mother had a vision and I was found

(Saving the best for last for me)

Oh-oh -- saving the best for last

And when I finally take this journey

I’m gonna wave goodbye to Earth

Gonna throw this meter in the ocean

And prove what I was worth

And I don’t care who tries to flag me down

They’re gonna have to find another ride uptown

And I know

They’re saving the best for last…"