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 blond

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

And if God will send his angels

Would everything be alright?

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 neighbourhood.

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.

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

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 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

I sure could use them here right now

Well, if God will send his angels...

Where do we go?

Where do we go?