Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
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Down the street where I grew up
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My mama used to send me over with things
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We struck a friendship up
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I spent a few long summers
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Out on his old porch swing
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Says he was in the war when in the Navy
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Lost his wife, lost his baby
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Broke down and asked him one time
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How you keep from going crazy
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He said I'll see my wife and son in just a little while
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I asked him what he meant
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He looked at me and smiled, said
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I raise my hands, bow my head
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I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
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They tell me that there's more to life
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Than just what I can see
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Oh, I believe
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Few years later I was off at college
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Talkin' to mom on the phone one night
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Getting all caught up on the gossip
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The ins and outs of the small town life
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She said oh by the way son, hmm, old man Wrigley has died
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Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back
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Thought 'bout a couple long lost summers
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I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
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If there was ever anybody deserved a ticket to the other side
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It'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said
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I raise my hands, bow my head
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I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
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They tell me that there's more to life
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Than just what I can see (see)
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I can't quote the book
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The chapter or the verse
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You can't tell me it all ends
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In a slow ride in a hearse
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You know I'm more and more convinced
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The longer that I live
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Yeah, this can't be
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No, this can't be
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No, this can't be all there is
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I raise my hands, bow my head
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Oh, I'm finding more and more truth
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In the words written in red
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They tell me that there's more to life
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Than just what I can see (just what I can see)
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Believe
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Oh, I
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I believe
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I believe (I believe)
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Hmm (I believe)
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I believe (I believe)
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I believe (I believe)
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(I believe) Oh, I believe (I believe)
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Hmm (I believe, I believe)
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