Counting Blue Cars

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 We're not very far now