Rocking Chair

Could I believe in a man I don't see?

I wish I could hear if he's talkin' to me

'Cause if I could meet him, the big man upstairs

Well, I'd ask him if Grandpa still rocks in his chair

I've met hell-raising angels, devils, and saints

Addicts on sidewalks who give more than take

Poison-filled pastors who lie through their teeth

Who scold me for asking why I should believe

They say in the good book he looks just like me

Is he tattooed and tired and can't find his peace?

Does he drown out his sorrows with whiskey, cocaine

A 4:00 a.m. panic and praying for change?

Could I believe in a man I don't see?

I wish I could hear if he's talkin' to me

'Cause if I could meet him, the big man upstairs

Well, I'd ask him if Grandpa still rocks in his chair

I was young and outrageous, rage-filled and desperate

For someone to show me that I ain't alone

The more that you give him, the better it gets

Grandpa would say as he walked me back home

But Grandpa ain't here, and the world's feeling dark

I'm looking for sunlight to patch up my heart

I sat myself down in an old wooden pew

I cried out in silence and hoped to hear you

Could I believe in a man I don't see?

I wish I could hear if he's talkin' to me

'Cause if I could meet him, the big man upstairs

Well, I'd ask him if Grandpa still rocks in his chair

Could I believe in a man I don't see?

I wish I could hear if he's talkin' to me

'Cause if I could meet him, the big man upstairs

Well, I'd ask him if Grandpa still rocks in his chair