You're looking good wherever you are
You still don't send enough photographs
The ones you do I treasure most of all
Hey momma thanks for the call
You sound pretty happy despite it all
We dust ourselves down whene'er we fall
It ain't easy not to think
Of anything but him
Hey momma don't you cry
You've got all your friends nearby
And you can come visit when you like
Hey momma did I hear you say
If he ain't in heaven there'll be hell to pay
I'm sure he walked right through those pearly gates
It ain't easy not to think
Of anything but him