weeds one Sunday afternoon
He's always full of questions
Oh, they usually make me chuckle,
is there paper in heaven?
So you can write your songs
Mommy says that you'll be there
Well just in case I tied some paper
Way up high up in my tree
I drew you a treasure map to find it
I tried to speak but could not make a sound
So I folded up that treasure map
and I take it out each day
I'm thankful if for nothing else
that I got to hear him say
Daddy, is there paper in heaven
so you can write your songs?
Mommy says that you'll be there
Just in case I tied some paper
way up high up in my tree
and draw a picture of everything you see
Then fold it like a paper airplane
so it circles round and round
when I see it coming down
Daddy, is there paper in heaven?
So you can write your songs
And I said, it's time to make the music
I don't need paper to write on
the stars, the clouds, the sky so blue
And when I get to heaven,
I'll toss a paper airplane down to you
Oh, I'll send it all down to