Letters to God, Part II

	All the phones have rung and rung*
	They're off the hook, all but one
	And all the mail stacked up inside
	Up from the floor, a mile high
	And like one would, like a child
	I'm asking
	Like I could knock on your door
	Will you let me in?
	And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
	I found out the truth is it's all a big lie
	I find that the words are hard to describe
	I tell you I'm lost here, awaiting reply
	Climbing trees and paper planes
	Life as a kid, we're all the same
	Tears of joy, and sullen hearts
	Sticks and stones and broken arms
	And like one would, like a child
	I'm asking
	Like I could knock on your door
	Will you let me in?
	And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
	I found out the truth is it's all a big lie
	I find that the words are hard to describe
	I tell you I'm lost here, awaiting reply
	I found out what's wrong, and it's not you or I
	Or anyone else that you chose to deny
	It seems like the madness of choice in the life
	Has made it all clear if we run or we hide
	And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die
	I found out the truth is it's all a big lie
	I find that the words are hard to describe
	I tell you I'm lost here, awaiting reply
	I found out what's wrong, and it's not you or I
	Or anyone else that you chose to deny
	It seems like the madness of choice in the life
	Has made it all clear if we run or we hide