Nobody else here baby Nobody 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 my mouth No one here taking orders When love took a train heading south It's the blind Leading the blonde 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 Will everything be alright? God has got His phone off the hook, baby 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 blonde It's the cops collecting for the cons If God will send His angels And if God will send a sign Well, if God will send His angels Will that make it alright? 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 (Angel) It's the stuff It's the stuff of country songs But I guess it's 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 you're blowing a fuse And the cartoon network turns into the news If God will send His angels I sure could use them here right now Well, if God would send His angels And I don't have to know how (Where do we go?) And I don't need to know why And I don't want to promise (Where do we go?) 'Cause I don't want to lie I just want to need you (Where do we go?) Tonight Love So light, so night, by your door Do take my hand by your door So light, so night, by your door