|
Nobody else here, baby |
|
No one here to blame |
|
No one to point the finger |
|
It's just you and me and the rain |
|
Nobody made you do it |
|
No one put words in your mouth |
|
Nobody here takin' orders |
|
When love took a train heading south |
|
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 |
|
Would 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 |
|
Hanging 'round this neighborhood |
|
You see his mother dealing in a doorway |
|
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl |
|
And Jesus sister's eyes are a blister |
|
The high street never looked so low |
|
It's the blind |
|
Leading the blond |
|
It's the cops |
|
Collecting for the cons |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
It's the stuff |
|
It's the stuff of country songs |
|
But I guess |
|
It was something to go on |
|
If God will send his angels |
|
Sure could use them here right now |
|
Well, if God would send his angels |
|
And I might not want my life |
|
And I want my lover feel my soul |
|
(So where do we go?) |
|
And I want my love and I |
|
And I want to feel alone |
|
(So where do we go?) |
|
How? |
