La-da-da-da, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
The moment was custom-made to order
I was ridin' with my daughter on our way back from Monroe
And like children do, she started playin' "20 questions"
But I never would've guessed one could touch me to my soul
She said, "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
Are we goin' there to visit or are we goin' there to stay?
Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?
And do you think that God could use another angel
To help pour out the rain?"
La-da-da-da, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Well, I won't lie, I pulled that car right over
And I sat there on the shoulder tryin' to dry my misty eyes
And I whispered, "Lord, I wanna thank You for my children
'Cause Your innocence that fills them often takes me by surprise"
Like, "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay?
Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?
And do you think that God could use another angel
To help pour out the rain?"
Well, I thought about it later on
And a smile came to my face
And when I tucked her into bed
I got down on my knees and prayed
"Lord, when I get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
I don't wanna come to visit, 'cause I'm comin' home to stay
And I can't wait to see my family and meet Jesus face to face
And do You think, Lord, You could use another angel
To help pour out the rain?"
Mmm, can I help pour out the rain?
Can I help pour out the rain?
La-da-da-da, dee-dee-dee-dee