Tell me father are you riding on  The fictional bus up to heaven above?    Do you listen to the angels on the outskirts...  Have they persuaded you?  Oh tell me father  Perhaps you have been persuaded before  I just want to know where your body and soul  Roam tonight    But I know I'll never know  Until I pass away to the next life  I know I'll never know  Where your soul roams tonight  Until I reach the afterlife    Kneeling in this church of stone  On this pew reading my prayer book  "we commend to you Lord  All the souls who have died"  As you walk in the garden  Is the grass broken glass on your feet?  I want to believe when I think how I wasted my chance    And mother and I pray  That it would happen someday  We would find you  Where we're going