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-raisin' angels, devils and saints Addicts on sidewalks who give more than take Poison filled pastors who lie through their teeth But scold me for askin' why I should believe They say in the Good Book, He looks like just me Is He tattooed and tired, and can't find His peace? Does He drown out His sorrows with whiskey, cocaine? A 4 a.m. panic, and prayin' 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 he gets Grandpa would say as he walked me back home But grandpa ain't here, and the world's feelin' dark I'm lookin' for sunlight to patch up my heart I sat myself down in an old wooden pew I cried out in silence, in hope 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