Gabriel Yared Follow

No one 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 takin' 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 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
Hanging 'round this neighborhood

You 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

If God will send his angels
Sure could use them here right now
Well, if God would send his angels

And I might not want my life
And I want my lover feel my soul
(So where do we go?)
And I want my love and I
And I want to feel alone
(So where do we go?)
How?

No one here to blame
No one to point the finger