Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
 Down the street where i grew up
 Momma used to send me over with things
 We [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
 I raise my hands, bow my head
 I'm finding more and more [bad word] 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's 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
 [bad word] 
 I raise my hands, bow my head
 I'm finding more and more [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
 When I raise my hands, bow my head
 I'm finding more and more [bad word] in the words written in red
 They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see
 I believe
 Oh, I
 I believe
 I believe
 I believe
 I believe
 I believe