Nobody else here, baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
Hey, if God will send His angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send His angels
Will everything be alright?
God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could?
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hangin' 'round this neighbourhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
And Jesus' sister's eyes are blistered
The High Street never looked so low
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons
If God will send His angels
And if God will send a sign
Well, if God will send His angels
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door (angel's way)
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess, yeah, there's something to go on
So, where is the hope and
Where is the faith and the love?
What's that you say to me?
Does love light up your Christmas tree?
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the Cartoon Network turns into the news
If God will send His angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well, if God will send His angels
And I don't have to know how (so, where do you go?)
And I don't need to know why
And I don't want to promise (so, where do you go?)
'Cause I don't want to lie
Just know that I need you (so, where do we go?)
Tonight
And I'm
Souless soul there by your door
Don't make a promise...