Karaoké Rocking Chair Cameron Whitcomb

Could I believe in a man I don't see

I wish I could hear if He's talkin' to me

'Cos if I could meet Him

The big man upstairs

Well I'd ask Him if grandpa still rocks in his chair

I've met hellraisin' angels

Devils and saints

Addicts on sidewalks who give more than take

Poison filled pastors who lie through their teeth

But scold me for askin' why I should believe

They say in the Good Book

He looks just like me

Is He tattoed and tired and can't find His peace

Does He drown out His sorrows with whiskey cocaine

A four A.M. panic and prayin' for change

Could I believe in a man I don't see

I wish I could hear if He's talkin' to me

'Cos if I could meet Him

The big man upstairs

Well I'd ask Him if grandpa still rocks in his chair

I was young and outrageous

Rage filled and desperate for someone to show me that I ain't alone

The more that you give Him the better it gets

Grandpa would say as he walked me back home

But grandpa ain't here and the world's feelin' dark

I'm lookin' for sunlight to patch up my heart

I sat myself down in an old wooden pew

I cried out in silence in hope to hear You

Could I believe in a man I don't see

I wish I could hear if He's talkin' to me

'Cos if I could meet Him

The big man upstairs

Well I'd ask Him if grandpa still rocks in his chair

Could I believe in a man I don't see

I wish I could hear if He's talkin' to me

'Cos if I could meet Him

The big man upstairs

Well I'd ask Him if grandpa still rocks in his chair