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, the stuff of country songs 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 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 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