Brett Eldredge - Phone Call To God Lyrics

On the back of a quarter
I found on the floorboard
It's stamped in silver that I should trust
So I gather all the courage that I can muster
And I drop it in the slot
Here I am, just a man, making a phone call to god


With a sound of your voice burn up the lines
I wonder if you'll answer all the wonders why
Hallelujah

Will I find my place and my piece of mind
Will I get it back if I give you time
Hallelujah

Oh maybe it's just better I don't know
How it's gonna end or how it's gonna go-

Regrets and mistakes
And all the hearts that I did break
Will I ever get to see my Grandma's face
With all the hell that I have raised
I know she's up there shakin' her head and saying a prayer
Am I breaking up or am I clear
When I hang up do you just disappear

Could you hand off the phone to my Uncle Joe
And tell me if the streets are really paved with gold
Hallelujah

With both sides of the knees down to the end
How do you choose who's gonna lose and win
I'm good at talking maybe I should be listening
Oh, is this real or is this just a dream- yeah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Sometimes it feels just like the whole world's bleeding
Heal my own belief and keep those angels singing

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I read every word you said (Hallelujah)
Every word written in red (Hallelujah)
Come on heal my broken heart (Hallelujah)
Making a phone call to god (Hallelujah)
Hallelujah (Hallelujah)

You got the whole world in your hands (Hallelujah)
Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Can you hear my prayer? (Hallelujah)
Making a phone call... (Hallelujah...)