Old man Wrig ley lived in that white house

down the street where I grew up.

Ma ma used to send me o ver with things.

We struck a friend ship up.

We spent a few long sum mers

out on his old porch swing.

Old man Wrig ley lived in that white house

down the street where I grew up.

Ma ma used to send me o ver with things.

We struck a friend ship up.

We spent a few long sum mers

out on his old porch swing.

I asked him what he meant,

he looked at (Esus)me and smiled,

’said, “I raise my (A)hands,

bow my (Esus)head.

I’m (D)find ing more and more truth

in the words writ ten in red.

They (Bm7)tell me that there’s more to life

than (D)just what I can see.

Oh, (E)I be (A)lieve.”

Mmm…

I can’t quote the book,

the (F)chap ter or the verse;

you (A)can’t tell me

it all ends in a slow

ride in a hearse.

You (Dmaj9)know, I’m more and more con vinced

the (A)long er that I live,

yeah, this can’t be,

no, this can’t be,

no, this can’t be all there is.

Lord, (E)I raise my (A)hands,

bow my (E)head,

whoa, I’m (D)find ing more and more truth

in the words writ ten in red.

They (Bm7)tell me that there’s more to this

than (Dmaj9)just what I can see.

Be lieve,

whoa, I,

I be lieve,

I be lieve.

I be lieve.