I saw her in a crowd 

Or maybe in a cloud 

Her daddy would be so proud 

Little miss beauty queen 

But then she fell down 

And underneath her gown 

No backbone could be found 

It was all skin and nicotine 



Underneath these empty things 

We're made of, we're made of 

Underneath these empty things 

We're made of one love 



Just past three a.m. 

I saw a preacher man 

He had heaven in his hand 

on satellite TV 

And he'll fix your sorry life 

And then he'll fix the price 

Because Heaven sure is nice 

But salvation isn't free 

And now could it be instead 

That we've lost our innocence 

But one day this pain will end 

Hope is coming back again 

And we can live forever 



Well I have heard it said 

That maybe God is dead 

Or some would say instead 

He just up and went away 

But I saw him in a cloud 

I saw him in a crowd 

Yeah, he just looked around 

And he loved us all anyway