Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
Its just you and me and the rain
Its the blind leading the blond
Its the stuff, its 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
Its been a while since we saw that child
Hanging round this neighborhood
You see his mothers dealing in a doorway
See Father Christm