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 visions
     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 neighborhood
     You see his mother dealing in a doorway
     See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
     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
     And if God will send his visions
     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

     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 your blowing a fuse
     And the cartoon network turns into the news

     If God will send his angels
     I sure could use them here right now
     Well if God would send his angels
     Where do we go
     I don't need to lie
     (Where do we go)
     I don't need to know
     And I don't want to promise
     And I don't want to lie
     (Where do we go)
     I just want to feel the song