It’s a horrible understanding
That we spend our days doing what we can to kill the pain
All the faith, it came decided with a phone call
It reminded that everyone we love will go away
It’s a horrible understanding
But still we try to take the power from the time
With all the big plans we've been making
We keep our eyes shut just to forget
That all that has begun will one day end
My oldest friend, I’ve been wondering
Do you believe in whatever no living man will see?
That there’s a place waiting for us in the place in the air above the trees?
That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids
Are more than make believe?
Well, I haven’t prayed in years, but tonight I’m on my knees
And you were still a kid on that silver street
Where you lived when you died too young
Ten years before the spring were lost Mitch
It just gets harder to forget
I can feel its lips against my ear gently whispering
Oh, my dearest friend, I’m still listening
Do you believe in whatever no living man will see?
That there’s a place waiting for us in the place in the air above the trees?
That all the stories we were told by our folks as kids
Were more than make believe?
Well, I haven’t prayed in years, but tonight I’m on my knees
No, I haven’t prayed in years, but tonight I’m on my knees
And I’m wondering, do you believe in whatever no living man will see?
That there’s a place waiting for us in the air above the trees?