• Countinh blue cars
• Charlie Brown's Parents

Counting blue cars

Must of been mid afternoon
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out and
He walked with a purpose
In his sneakers, down the street
He had, many questions
Like children often do
He said,
"Tell me all your thoughts on God?"
"Tell me am I very far?"

Must of been late afternoon
On our way the sun broke free of the clouds
We count only blue cars
Skip the cracks, in the street
And ask many questions
Like children often do
We said,
"Tell me all your thoughts on God?
"'Cause I would really like to meet her"
"And ask her why we're who we are."
"Tell me all your thoughts on God,"
"'Cause I am on my way to see her."
"So tell me am I very far "
"Am I very far now?"

It's getting cold picked up the pace
How our shoes make hard noises in this place
Our clothes are stained
We pass many, cross eyed people
And ask many questions
Like children often do
"Tell me all your thoughts on God?
'Cause I would really like to meet her.
"And ask her why we're who we are"
"Tell me all your thoughts on God?"
"'Cause I am on my way to see her."
"So tell me am I very far?"
"Am I very far now"
"Am I very far now"
"Am I very far now"

Charlie Brown's Parents

I can't hear what you're saying
What you're doing to me
Cant's you see
It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words
so pry open your words

I don't want to talk about Elvis
No I don't want to go on pretending
It feels like I'm talking to
Talking to Charlie Brown's Parents
It feels like I'm talking to
A lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision
Why he's a lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision

I can't hear what you're saying
What you're doing to me
Can't you see
It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words

I don't want to talk about Jesus
And I don't want to go on converting, no
It feels like I'm talking to
Talking to Charlie Brown's Parents
If feels like I'm talking to
A lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision
He's a lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision
I can't hear what you're saying
What you're doing to me
Can't you see
It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words
Why he's a lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision
He's a lonely man without a vision
Stuffed his mouth with indecision
I can't hear what you're saying
What you're doing to me
can't you see
It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words
to pry open your words