St. Peter's Autograph

What do I do to make you smile?
 You been hurting for awhile
 What can I do to make you laugh?
 Get St. Peter's autograph?
 What's that distance in your eyes?
 Has your faith been compromised?
 What can I do to help you sleep?
 I'll work hard and work for cheap
 Sometimes it's nothing but the way you're wired
 And that's not your fault
 We're all struggling with the world on fire
 And the fear we're taught
 Now you've lost another friend
 Who couldn't stay to see the end
 He had somewhere else to be
 Cut him down and burn the tree
 There's no shelter from the rain
 And I can't comprehend your pain
 But I got arms, and I got ears
 And I will always be right here
 Sometimes it nothing but the way you were raised
 And that could've been worse
 And I see you suffereing through the best of days
 Still you're putting me first
 What do I do to let you know
 That I'm not haunted by his ghost?
 Let him dance around our room
 Let him smell of your perfume
 Share your best 'remember when'
 If he comes through here again
 Maybe he could make you laugh
 Bring St. Peter's autograph