Tell me father are you riding on
the fictional bus up to heaven above?


do you listen to the angels on the outskirts...
have they persuaded you?
oh tell me father

perhaps you have 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 soul 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