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 went in the Navy.
Lost his wife lost his baby.
Broke down and asked him one time
How ya keep from going cra-zy
He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me
Smiled and said
I raise my hands.
Bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth
In the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life
Than just what I can see
Oh I believe, mmm-mmm
Few years later I was off at college
I can't quote the book
The chapter or the verse
You can't tell me it all ends
In a slow ride in a hearse
You know I'm more and more convinced
The longer that I live
This can't be
No this can't be
No this can't be all there is.
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