Call on God (working title which i would like to change)
You can call on God, but he ain't listening
He left early to attend a christening
They blessed the baby, but forgot its name
In 35 years, he'll be playing the game
A Game of pool in a basement somewhere
As his girl looks on with a vacant stare
He downs number seven and he downs his beer
And he looks back with a twisted leer
And the lights start flashing
And the sound of crashing
And feet on the stair
And he runs for the door
And the open air.
You better move on fast
Leave it all behind
Nothing to stay for
But Nowhere to go
You jump in the front seat
Your heart is racing
You turn the key
But they are still chasing
3 guys at the corner
Hard hearts and hard eyes
But the engine starts
And you leave them behind.
You can call on God, but the phone keeps ringing
He's at a show where Gabriel is singing.
Just an old song, Jeux Sans Frontières
Another hundred miles and you might be clear.
Clear to the docks then the sea turns rough
He pays the captain but it's not enough
So he gives his watch and he's losing time
But he goes below to the dirt and grime
And the thunder crashing
And the lightning flashing
And feet on the stair
And he runs to the deck
And the open air
You can call on God but he doesn't exist
Just the blow to the gut of an angry fist
And the crashing waves
And a silent mist
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Call on God (working title which i would like to change) You can call on God, but he ain't listening He left early to attend a christening They blessed the baby, but forgot its name In 35 years, he'll be playing the game A Game of pool in a basement somewhere As his girl looks on with a vacant stare He downs number seven and he downs his beer And he looks back with a twisted leer And the lights start flashing And the sound of crashing And feet on the stair And he runs for the door And the open air. You better move on fast Leave it all behind Nothing to stay for But Nowhere to go You jump in the front seat Your heart is racing You turn the key But they are still chasing 3 guys at the corner Hard hearts and hard eyes But the engine starts And you leave them behind. You can call on God, but the phone keeps ringing He's at a show where Gabriel is singing. Just an old song, Jeux Sans Frontières Another hundred miles and you might be clear. Clear to the docks then the sea turns rough He pays the captain but it's not enough So he gives his watch and he's losing time But he goes below to the dirt and grime And the thunder crashing And the lightning flashing And feet on the stair And he runs to the deck And the open air You can call on God but he doesn't exist Just the blow to the gut of an angry fist And the crashing waves And a silent mist