Something inside makes me scream
Like a soldier on his very last day
When the Angels sing, "Sha la la la la la la"
And it was Jeanette
Said, "Boy we had to let her go
He's not a little boy, He's my pride and joy, sha la la la la
I see you laughing, you're my best friend
You're the light of the lamb, and I smiled
He'll be alright, He's by my side
Sha la la la, la la la la, I'm going home
Guess it's part of someone's master plan
How could God take you from a little boy?
Sha la la la, la la la la, I'm going home
Sha la la la, sha la la la, I'm going home
You left six of us to fend for ourselves
Sha la la la, la la la la, I'm going home
Sky rips open and I held my heart in my hand
Sha la la la, la la la la, I'm going home
Sha la la la, la la la la, I'm going home
Cried myself to sleep that night and I listened
Sha la la la, la la la la, I'm going home
I've been your boy for so long now
Summer on the radio and the phone rings
As I heard the Angels sing, "Sha la la"
There's so much I, I still have to say
I begged her no, no not yet"
