Nobody else here, baby
No one here to blame
No one to point a finger
It's just you and me and the rain
Nobody made us do it
Nobody put words in our mouth
Noone was here taking orders
When love took a train heading south
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff of country songs
And I can't help but feel
There's something going wrong
Yet if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
Oh, 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 neighborhood
Yet if God will send his angels
And if God would send a sign
Oh, if God would send his angels
We sure could use them here right now!
—Bono
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