(Face On My) Passport
Bill Mallia ?2006
Started 15 June 2006, Vineyard Haven, Martha's Vineyard - Finished At Leftshore Studio - 14 December 2006

Verse 1
I've traveled the world over
I've called a suitcase home
Trains and planes and buses
But I've never traveled alone
I've never traveled alone

Verse 2
Pack the bags let's get ready
It's time to hit the road
We're going to discover
Places we've never known
Places we've never known

Chorus
I wanna look like the face on my passport
I wanna look exactly like Him
Count up the purple ink stamps
And think of the places I've been
When I stand before my Master
In the immigration line
I'll claim Jesus my savior
And enter paradise
And enter paradise

Verse 3
Departure signs give options
I read the places they say
But choose the path less traveled
I'm going to go his way
I'm going to go his way

Verse 4
There's a lot of people
Lotsa languages too
I'm headed up to heaven
Hey, how about you
Hey, how about you

Chorus
I wanna look like the face on my passport
I wanna look exactly like Him
Count up the purple ink stamps
And think of the places I've been
When I stand before my Master
In the immigration line
I'll claim Jesus my savior
And enter paradise
And enter paradise

Bridge
It's funny how your face changes
As the years go by
From the day you're born again
Until the day you fly
This world is real different
It's not the place we call home
Heaven's our own post code
No matter where we roam

Chorus
I wanna look like the face on my passport
I wanna look exactly like Him
Count up the purple ink stamps
And think of the places I've been
When I stand before my Master
In the immigration line
I'll claim Jesus my savior
And enter paradise
And enter paradise