Mark Wills Follow

(Casey Beathard)

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

'Till 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?