Counting Blue Cars (Tell Me Your Thoughts On God)

Must've been mid afternoon

I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out, and

He walked with a purpose in his sneakers, down the street

He had many questions like children often do

He said

"Tell me all your thoughts on God

Tell me, am I very far?"

Must've been late afternoon

On our way, the sun broke free of the clouds

We count only blue cars, skip the cracks in the street

And ask many questions, like children often do

We said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God

'Cause I'd really like to meet her

And ask her why we're who we are

Tell me all your thoughts on God

'Cause I'm on my way to see her

So tell me, am I very far?

Am I very far now?"

It's getting cold, picked up the pace

How our shoes make hard noises in this place

Our clothes are stained, we pass many cross-eyed people

And ask many questions, like children often do

Tell me all your thoughts on God

'Cause I'd really like to meet her

And ask her why we're who we are

Tell me all your thoughts on God

'Cause I'm on my way to see her

So tell me, am I very far?

We're not very far now

We're not very far now (tell me all your thoughts on God)

We're not very far now

Tell me all your thoughts on God

Tell me all your thoughts on God