All the phones have rung and rung
They're off the hook, all but one
And all the mail stacked up inside
Up from the floor, a mile high
And like one word, like a child, I'm asking
Like I could knock on your door, will you let me in?
Dear God, I found out the same things
We learn when we die
I found out the truth is it's all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I'll tell you I'm lost here and waiting reply
Climbing trees and paper planes
Life as a kid, we're all the same
Tears of joy, swollen hearts
Sticks and stones and broken arms
And like one would like a child, I am asking
And like I could knock on your door, will you let me in
Dear God, I found out the same things
We learn when we die
I found out the truth is it's all a big lie
I find that the words are hard to describe
I'll tell you I'm lost here and waiting reply
I found out what's wrong and it's not you or I
Or anyone else that you chose to deny
It seems like the madness of choice and the lie
Has made it our prayer if we run and we hide