Nobody else here baby
No one is 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 those words in your mouth
Nobody here taking 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
If God will send his angels
And if God will send us a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright
God has got his phone off the hook, baby
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
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 us a sign
And 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 his face in show business
And it's hard to get in the door
It's the stuff, the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on
If God will send his angels
And if God will send us a sign
And if God will send his angels
Where do we go?
Where do we go?