I set a friend of mine up on a date And I told him I'd watch his boy for the day And we had a ball playin' games, eatin' dogs Riding rides at the county fair
I thought he was just being a kid When we got back to my place And he did what he did On a balloon that he won
He wrote, "Mama, I had fun I missed you and I wished you were there" I wasn't sure what he had in mind 'Til he jumped up and ran outside and he let it go He waved goodbye, or was it hello?
I don't know but I died inside I can still see his excitement Him pointing and smilin'
When it was gone as it could get He turned and asked me "You think it's in Heaven yet?"
Well, I struggled for something to say I was too choked up And lackin' the kind of faith he had in his heart Before I could start
He walked me back inside He gave me his Crayola pen Said, "I bet there's a message that you'd like to send"
And no doubt he was right, it's been locked Up inside since Grandpa said goodbye I took that yellow balloon and I wrote 'Til I ran out of room
Then I let it go and we waved goodbye That seven year old, Lord, he opened my eyes I can still see his excitement Him pointing and smilin'
When it was gone as it could get I turned and asked him "You think it's in Heaven yet?"