Из альбома: Pop
Nobody else here babyNo one here to blameNo one to point the fingerIt's just you and me and the rain
It's the blind leading the blondIt's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
If God will send his angelsAnd if God will send a signAnd if God will send his visionsWould everything be alright
God has got his phone off the hook, babeWould he even pick up if he couldIt's been a while since we saw that childHanging 'round this neighborhoodYou see his mother dealing in a doorwaySee Father Christmas with a begging bowlJesus sister's eyes are a blisterThe High Street never looked so low
It's the blind, leading the blondIt's the cops collecting for the cons
If God will send his angelsAnd if God will send a signAnd if God will send his visionsWhere do we goWhere do we go
Jesus never let me downYou know Jesus used to show me the scoreThen they put Jesus in Show BusinessNow it's hard to get in the door
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songsBut I guess it was something to go on
So where is the hope and where is the faithAnd the love...what's that you say to meDoes love...light up your Christmas TreeThe next minute your blowing a fuseAnd the cartoon network turns into the news
If God will send his angelsI sure could use them here right nowWell if God would send his angelsWhere do we go
I don't need to lieI don't need to knowAnd I don't want to promiseAnd I don't want to lieI just want to feel the song