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 your 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 i pray that it would happen someday we would find you where we're going
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 your 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 i pray that it would happen someday we would find you where we're going
