Nobody else here baby No one here to blameNo 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 goWhere 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 nowWell if God would send his angels Where do we go I don't need to lie I don't need to know And I don't want to promiseAnd I don't want to lie I just want to feel the song