Nobody else here baby
No one here to blameNo 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 goWhere 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 nowWell 
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 promiseAnd 
I don't want to lie
I just want to feel the song