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 leadin' 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 angels
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
Hangin' 'round this neighborhood
You see his mother dealin' in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a beggin' bowl
And Jesus' sistеr's eyes are a blistеr
The High Street never looked so low
It's the blind leadin' the blind
It's the cops collectin' for the cons
If God will send His angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send His angels
Where do we go?
(Where do we go?)
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
It's the blind leadin' 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 angels
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
Hangin' 'round this neighborhood
You see his mother dealin' in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a beggin' bowl
And Jesus' sistеr's eyes are a blistеr
The High Street never looked so low
It's the blind leadin' the blind
It's the cops collectin' for the cons
If God will send His angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send His angels
Where do we go?
(Where do we go?)
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