Day with Jesus

If I could spend a day with Jesus
I'd be early at the airport, I'd be waiting at the gate
I'd hugged him way too long 'cause I was nervous
I'd grab his bag, apologize for all the squeaking in my brace
If I could spend a day with Jesus
Oh, I'd take him to the diner by my house
Say "I'm sure they make it better where you come from"
But I swear to God this place has got the best sweet tea in town

Then I'd ask my hundred questions
As my childhood, dark and heaven
What do Sundays looked like up there?
Are there peace? And are there stipples?
Are you tired of me calling?
What is that bigger picture in your pocket?
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Does everything that happens down here really have a reason?

If I could spend a day with Jesus
Yeah, I let him sit in my spot if we hung out on the couch
I'd pull out my guitar, show him a few songs
I wonder if he lack on, if he know the words right now
But most of all, I wonder if he'd say I made him proud

Then I'd ask my hundred questions
As my childhood, dark and heaven
What do Sundays looked like up there?
Are there peace? And are there stipples?
Are you tired of me calling?
What is that bigger picture in your pocket?
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Does everything that happens down here really have a reason?
Oohhhh, oohhhh

If I could spend a day with Jesus
When he finally had to go
I'd say "Tell grandpa I said hey"
I bet he reassure me there's a reason some doors closed
So just enjoy the ride, it ain't a race

But I still have a hundred questions
As my childhood, dark and heaven
What do Sundays looked like up there
Are there peace? And are there stipples?
Are you tired of me calling?
What is that bigger picture in your pocket?
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Does everything that happens down here really have a reason?

If I could spend a day with Jesus, hmmmm