On the back of a quarter
I found on the floorboard it’s 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 you’ll 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 it’s just better I don’t know how it’s gonna end or how it’s 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 she’s up there shakin 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 f the streets
are really paved with gold
Hallelujah
With both sets of knees down to the end how do you choose
who’s gonna lose and win I’m 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..
compositores: BRETT ELDREDGE, TOM DOUGLAS
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