St. Peter's Autograph

What do I do to make you smile? You been hurting for awhile What can I do to make you laugh? Get St. Peter's autograph? What's that distance in your eyes? Has your faith been compromised? What can I do to help you sleep? I'll work hard and work for cheap Sometimes it's nothing but the way you're wired And that's not your fault We're all struggling with the world on fire And the fear we're taught Now you've lost another friend Who couldn't stay to see the end He had somewhere else to be Cut him down and burn the tree There's no shelter from the rain And I can't comprehend your pain But I got arms, and I got ears And I will always be right here Sometimes it nothing but the way you were raised And that could've been worse And I see you suffereing through the best of days Still you're putting me first What do I do to let you know That I'm not haunted by his ghost? Let him dance around our room Let him smell of your perfume Share your best 'remember when' If he comes through here again Maybe he could make you laugh Bring St. Peter's autograph