Nobody else here baby
Nobody 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 my mouth
No one here taking orders
When love took a train heading south

It's the blind
Leading the blonde
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
Will everything be alright?

God has got His phone off the hook, baby
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 blonde
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
Will that make it alright?
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
(Angel)

It's the stuff
It's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it's 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
I sure could use them here right now
Well, if God would send His angels
And I don't have to know how
(Where do we go?)
And I don't need to know why
And I don't want to promise
(Where do we go?)
'Cause I don't want to lie
I just want to need you
(Where do we go?)
Tonight

Love
So light, so night, by your door
Do take my hand by your door
So light, so night, by your door