I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I've been gone Here I am all alone again tonight In this old empty house It's hard to learn what you don't think you need You can't live without Never leave the sound of the telephone But ever since you left Gone crazy, goin' out of my mind

I don't know you anymore Supposed to be the man That I live my life by We both know what it is And your attitude become a bore And I'm so tired I cant even cry If you were like all other men I can see you ahead of me But I'm not always forward thinkin'

We never learn do we So I want to live in a wooden house I want to live life And live my life And have friends around We never change do we Where making more friends would be easy Never be cruel Be good to you

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Happy, home (Turn this house into a happy home) Let's turn this house into a happy home (Finally made it out my mom's house, got a happy home) (Finally got to live the good life inside a happy home) Home man, hey (what's up) This for all the homeboys

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything ' he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

I don't wanna see it at my windowsill! I don't wanna live in my father's house no more I don't wanna see it at my windowsill Because the tide is high And it's rising still And I don't wanna see it at my windowsill Don't wanna live in my father's house no