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 your 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, I pray   That it would happen someday   We would find you   Where we´re going