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