Text: Mark Wills. The Balloon Song.
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 an 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
And 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 and 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
'Till I ran out of room then
And 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?
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 an 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
And 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 and 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
'Till I ran out of room then
And 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?
Wills, Mark
Wills, Mark