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