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, 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 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 neighbourhood

You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
And 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
Well, 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 showbusiness
Now it's hard to get in the door, angel

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 you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

If God will send his angels
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 dont need to 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