I don't know if I believe in god but I hope one day I do
Because I could try and make some sense of what the hell happened to you
They always say that life's not fair and I'm starting to see
The girl with the long blonde hair should still be within your reach
Oh I could cry
I could keep asking why
Oh I could scream
Or I could believe
Oh that she's flying high, having the time of her life
I know that she looking down
I know that she's wondering why
I know she loved Paris and LA but New York it was her home away
Livin her life with the lord everyday
Oh but I know she found her way
Religion ain't the thing for me but right now I don't know
It just makes way more sense for me to try and conceive that she's in a better place
She sees blue skies and emerald green
I know that she's loved and filled with light and she's as happy as she could be
Oh I could cry
I could keep asking why
I know I could scream
Or I could believe
Oh that she's flyin' high, having the time of her life
I know that she looking down
I know that she's asking herself why
But she's from Paris, New York or LA but New York it was her favorite place to stay
And she's living her life with the lord everyday
Oh but I know she found her way
I know that she found her way
I know that she found
But she's in a better place
She sees blue skies and emerald green
And she's loved and filled with light
Oh I know
That she found her way