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?