la da da da de de de de de The moment was custom-made to order: I was ridin' with my daughter on our way back from Monroe. An' like children do, she started playin' twenty questions, But I never could of guessed one would touch me to my soul. She said: "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way? "Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay? "Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings? "An' do you think that God could use another Angel, "To help pour out the rain?" la da da da de de de de Well, I won't lie: I pulled that car right over, An' I sat there on the shoulder tryin' to dry my misty eyes. An' I whispered: "Lord, I wanna thank you for my children. "'Cause your innocence that fills them often takes me by surprise." Like: "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way? "Are we goin' there to visit, or are we goin' there to stay? "Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings? "An' do you think that God could use another Angel, "To help pour out the rain?" Well, I thought about it later on, An' a smile came to my face. An' when I tucked her in to bed, I got down on my knees an' prayed. Lord, when I get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way? "I don't wanna come to visit 'cause I'm comin' home to stay? "An' I can't wait to see my family and meet Jesus face to face. "An' do you think, Lord, you could use another Angel, "To help pour out the rain?" Mmmm, can I help pour out the rain? can I help pour out the rain? la da da da de de de de