Upstairs

Got so much on my mind
So much to get off my chest
The things I'd ask are like a mountain
Of letters on a desk

And it's all so complicated
To tell lies from the truth
I think things would be more simple
If it was all under one roof

I wish the world and all that's in it
Was nothing but a little brick house
Somewhere to hang the heartache
I've been carrying around

The door was always open
And love was always there
And God was always rocking
By the window in His chair

All the questions that I'd have for the Man
If He was right upstairs

Yeah I'd knock on that door
I'd sit at his feet
And I'd let Him tell me
Let it go, let it be

And I'd tell him some of my plans
Just to hear Him laugh
He'd say let's talk more often
And I'd say, I'd sure like that

I wish the world and all that's in it
Was nothing but a little brick house
Somewhere to hang the heartache
I've been carrying around

The door was always open
And love was always there
And God was always rocking
By the window in His chair

All the questions that I'd have for the Man
If He was right upstairs

Oh I'd never wanna leave
Yeah how good would it be

If the world and all that's in it
Was nothing but a little brick house
Somewhere to hang the heartache
I've been carrying around

Oh the door was always open
And love was always there
And God was always rocking
By the window in His chair

All the questions that I'd have for the Man
All the questions that I'd have
If He was right upstairs

If He was right upstairs

I wish the world and all that's in it
Was nothing but a little brick house
Somewhere to hang the heartache
I've been carrying around

The door was always open
And love was always there
And God was always rocking
By the window in His chair...