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 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
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 neighbourhood 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 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 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 I sure could use them here right now Well if God would send his angels
I don't want to lie (where do we go) I don't want to have a feel for the song And I want to love, and i... (where do we go) And I want to feel alone
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