Believe... Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where i grew up Momma used to send me over with things We struck a friendship up I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing Says he was in the war when in the navy Lost his wife, lost his baby Broke down and asked him one time How ya keep from going crazy He said Ill see my wife and son in just a little while I asked him what he meant He looked at me and smiled, said [Chorus] I raise my hands, bow my head Im finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that theres more to life than just what i can see Oh i believe Few years later i was off at college Talkin to mom on the phone one night Getting all caught up on the gossip The ins and outs of the small town life She said oh by the way son, old man Wrigleys died. Later on that night, i laid there thinkin back Thought bout a couple long-lost summers I didnt know whether to cry or laugh If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side Itd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said [Chorus] I raise my hands, bow my head Im finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that theres more to life than just what i can see I cant quote the book The chapter or the verse You cant tell me it all ends In a slow ride in a hearse You know Im more and more convinced The longer that i live Yeah, this cant be No, this cant be No, this cant be all there is [Chorus] When I raise my hands, bow my head Im finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that theres more to life than just what i can see I believe Oh, I I believe I believe I believe I believe I believe https://youtube/watch?v=X5z-jjWyAJQ
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 18:56:50 +0000
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