tell me father are you riding on the

fictional bus up to heaven above?



do you listen to the angles on the

outskirts... have they persuaded

you? oh tell me father perhaps you

had been persuaded before i just

want to know where your body and

soul roam tonight



but I know I'll never know until I pass

away to the next life i know I'll never

know where your souls roams tonight

until I reach the afterlife



kneeling in this church of stone on

this pew reading my prayer book

"we commend to you Lord all the

souls who have died" as you walk in

the garden is the grass broken glass

on your feet? i want to believe when

I think how I wasted my chance



and mother and I pray that it would

happen someday we would find you

where we're going