Honest to God when I was younger   I asked my parents who drove us to heaven   Is there a map to double check directions and get us home?   How are you doing up in heaven?   Do you see me looking through the clouds?   Do they have those machines?   Money for a bigger view like Niagara falls?      And eighteen seems so young   To think of moving on   But God is way too young for dying      So many ways to say goodbye   You better believe it   So many ways to say goodbye   And I don’t want, to say anything tonight      The phone goes off to say you’re leaving   They also say you’re never coming back   What does it mean, you're never coming back   Are you going home?   I’ve said goodbye a million times   But how do I say goodbye to you?   It’s so hard to say goodbye when it means let go      And eighteen seems so young   To think of moving on   But God is way too young for dying      So many ways to say goodbye   You better believe it   So many ways to say goodbye   And I don’t want, to say anything tonight