Nobody else here, baby

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
Hey, if God will send his angels
Could they hurry here tonight?

God has got his phonе off the hook, babe
Would he еven 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
Jesus' sister's eyes are a blister
High Street never sunk 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
Could they hurry here tonight?

Where do we go?
Where do we go?

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus always shows 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
Then just get them here somehow
But if God can't send his angels
Could he come himself right now?