No way to where you are

Sometimes I wonder if it could be different, if it was better could you have stayed.
The days seem longer, the nights are colder, I'd come visit if there was a way, but heaven is to far and there's no phone, no walkway to where you are no way to bring you home. Sometimes I wonder, if I did something wrong, but then I remember maybe God needed you to help sing his song. Everyday is a day I miss you, for everyone here you're gone too soon, but there's timing for everything I wish I could visit you, but heaven's too far and there's no phone, no walkway to where you are no way to bring you home.