Phone Call To God

On the back of a quarter I found on the floorboard its
Stamped in silver that I should trust her so I gather all
The courage that I could muster and I drop it in the slot
Here I am just a man making a phone call to god
With a sound of your voice burning up the lines I wonder
If youll answer all the wonders why
Hallelujah
Will I find my place and piece of mind will I get it back
If I give you time
Hallelujah
Oh maybe its just better I dont know how its gonna end
Or how its gonna go
Regrets and mistakes and all the hearts that I did break will
I ever get to see my grandmas face with all the hell that I
Have raised I know shes up there shaking her head and
Saying a prayer am I breaking up or am I clear

When I hang up do you just disappear

Could you hand up the phone to my uncle joe and tell me if
The streets are really paved with gold
Hallelujah

With both sets of knees down to the end how do you choose
Whos gonna lose and win Im good at talking
Maybe I should be listening oh
Is this real or is this just a dream

Yeah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah

Sometimes it feels just like the whole worlds bleeding hear
My own belief and keep those angels singing

Hallelujah hallelujah

I read every word you said every word written in red

Come on heal my broken heart making a phone call to god

Hallelujah

You got the whole world in your hands

Hallelujah

Can you hear my prayer making a phone call