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

Said he was in the war in the Navy
Lost his wife, lost his baby
I broke down and asked him one time,
"How ya keep 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,

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

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

Later on that night I laid there thinkin' back
I thought about a couple of 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 and said,

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

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
You know I'm more and more convinced
The longer that I live
Yeah, this can't be
No, this can't be
No, this can't be all there is

[Chorus:]
I raise my hands, bow my head.
I'm finding more and more truth – 
the words written in red.
They tell me that there is more 
to life than just what I can see
And I believe

Oh, I
But I
Oh, I
But I still believe
Oh, with ...
Oh, I still believe
Yes, I do
I believe, yeah
I believe
Oh, I
I still believe