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

If God will send his angels

And if God will send a sign

And if God will send his visions

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

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

If God will send his angels

And if God will send a sign

And if God will send his visions

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

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 your 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 would send his angels

Where do we go

I don't need to lie

I don't need to know

And I don't want to promise

And I don't want to lie

I just want to feel the song