Text: Randy Newman. I Think He's Hiding.

If the big boy comes tomorrow
There'll be no more teardrops
There'll be no more sorrow

If the big boy comes tomorrow
Will he take you with him?
Have you been good?
Have you been bad?

You haven't lived the way you should
You wish you had

When the big boy brings his fiery furnace
Will he like what he sees?
Or will he strike the fire and burn us?

Oh, he's so great and he's so straight
And you know he's watching
Have you been good?
Have you been bad?

Things don't go the way they should
Makes me sad

Come on, big boy
Come and save us
Come and look at what we've done
With what you gave us

Now I've heard it said
That our big boy's dead
But I think he's hiding
I think he's hiding
I think he's hiding