Nobody else here, baby
Nobody else here, baby
No one else 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 blind
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
Hey, if God will send his angels
Could they hurry here, tonight?
God's 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
Hangin' 'round this neighborhood
We see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus' sister's eyes are a blister
High Street never sunk so low
It's the blind leading the blind
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
Well, if God will send his angels
Could they hurry here, tonight? (Where do we go?)
(Where do we go?)
Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus always shows 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
Hey, if God will send his angels
Then just get them here somehow
But if God can't send his angels
Could he come himself, right now?