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

Tell me all your thoughts on God
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

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

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