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 Christmas 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 Christmas 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 don’t 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…

(so now I'm sold out by your door)