La-da-da-da, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
The moment was
Custom-made to order
I was ridin' with my daughter
On our way back from Monroe
And like children do
She started playin' 20 questions
But I never would've guessed one
Could touch me to my soul
She said, "Daddy, when we get to Heaven
Can I taste the Milky Way?
Are we goin' there to visit
Or are we goin' there to stay?
Am I gonna see my grandpa?
Can I have a pair of wings?
And do you think that God could use another angel
To help pour out the rain?"
La-da-da-da, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Well, I won't lie
I pulled that car right over
And I sat there on the shoulder
Tryin' to dry my misty eyes
And I whispered, "Lord
I wanna thank You for my children
'Cause Your innocence that fills them
Often takes me by surprise"
Like, "Daddy, when we get to Heaven
Can I taste the Milky Way?
Are we goin' there to visit
Or are we goin' there to stay?
Am I gonna see my grandpa?
Can I have a pair of wings?
And do you think that God could use another angel
To help pour out the rain?"
Well, I thought about it later on
And a smile came to my face
And when I tucked her into bed
I got down on my knees and prayed
"Lord, when I get to Heaven
Can I taste the Milky Way?
I don't wanna come to visit
'Cause I'm comin' home to stay
And I can't wait to see my family
And meet Jesus face to face
And do You think, Lord, You could use another angel
To help pour out the rain?"
Mmm, can I help pour out the rain? Oh
Can I help pour out the rain?
La-da-da-da, dee-dee-dee-dee
