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, its 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 Chrisas with a begging bowl
Jesus sisters' 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
Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send 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 Jesus in show business
Now its hard to get in the door
It's the stuff, its 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 Chrisas 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 would send his angels
And I don't have to know how (so where do we go)
And I dont need to know why
And I don't want a promise
And I don't want a lie (where do we go)
Just know I need you (where do we go)
Tonight
