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 when in the navy; Lost his wife, lost his baby. Broke down and asked him one time "How ya keep from going crazy?"
He said "I'll see my wife and son in just a little while." I asked him what he meant, He looked at me and smiled, 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."
Few years later I was off at college, talkin' to mom on the phone one night. Getting all caught up on the gossip, the ins and outs of the small town life. She said "oh by the way son, old man Wrigley has died."
Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back. Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side, it'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said:
Says he was in the war when in the navy; Lost his wife, lost his baby. Broke down and asked him one time "How ya keep from going crazy?"
He said "I'll see my wife and son in just a little while." I asked him what he meant, He looked at me and smiled, 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."
Few years later I was off at college, talkin' to mom on the phone one night. Getting all caught up on the gossip, the ins and outs of the small town life. She said "oh by the way son, old man Wrigley has died."
Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back. Thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side, it'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, 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."
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; Yeah, this can't be, No, this can't be, No, this can't be all there is.
Lord, 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 this than just what I can see.
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; Yeah, this can't be, No, this can't be, No, this can't be all there is.
Lord, 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 this than just what I can see.
I believe. Oh I, I believe. I believe. I believe. I believe. I believe.
- Brooks and Dunn
