Please Don't Tell Me

Staring at the bottles on the shelf

But she can't see them

Her mind is somewhere else

Looking at the picture by the fire

Now she can't see him

And she just wants to cry

'Cause twenty years is not enough to live

She knows that truly

He had so much more to give

And she smiles when they ask her for a drink

But her eyes betray her

Show how she's really feeling

Life's a very fickle thing

It comes and then it's gone again

In the blinking of an eye

It seems we're always questioning

Just what it means to be born

To live then to die

Oh but is there a Heaven is there a Hell

Should I take my Bible back down off the shelf

Blow off the dust and flick through the pages

And try to believe

An empty space upon the stage

Although he's gone

He still takes his rightful place

And I bet he'd smile if he could see the way we cling

To every word of

Every song he used to sing

'Cause life's a very fickle thing

It comes and then it's gone again

In the blinking of an eye

It seems we're always questioning

Just what it means to be born

To live then to die

Oh but is there a Heaven is there a Hell

Should I take my Bible back down off the shelf

Blow off the dust and flick through the pages

And try to believe

'Cause I take no comfort in thinking there's not

But I can't quite fathom the idea of a God

Whose meticulous planning allows all this pain

No I just can't conceive it

No I can't quite believe

Please don't tell me that God

Works in mysterious ways

Please don't tell me that God

Gives a damn what we do and say

Please don't tell me that God

Has a plan laid out for us all

'Cause twenty years is too young

Is there a Heaven is there a Hell

Should I take my Bible back down off the shelf

Blow off the dust and flick through the pages

And try to believe

Is there a Heaven is there a Hell

Please throw your Bible at somebody else

'Cause mine sits alone covered in dust

And untouched for a reason

I take no comfort in thinking there's not

But I can't quite fathom the idea of a God

Whose meticulous planning allows all this pain

No, I just can't conceive it

No, I can't quite believe