Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
Momma used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I spent a few long summers out on his old porch swing

Said he was in the war when in the navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
I broke down and I asked him one time
How you keep them from going crazy
He said I'll see my son and wife in just a little while
I asked him what he meant
He looked at me and smiled and said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see
Oh, I believe

Few years later I was off at college
Talking on the phone to my mom one night
Getting all caught up on the gossip of the small town life
She said oh by the way child, old man Wrigley has died

Later on that night, I laid there thinking back
I thought 'bout a couple long-lost summers
I didn't know whether to cry or laugh
You see, if there was ever anybody who deserved a ticket to the other side
It'd be that sweet old man who looked me in the eye, said

I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see

I can't quote the book, the chapter or the verse
You can't tell me it all ends in a slow ride in a hearse
I'm more and more and more convinced 
The longer that I live
And no this can't be
No, this can't be
No, this can't be all there is

When I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see
And I believe
Oh, I, oh, I still believe

I still believe...