God’s a hungry red tailed hawk, keening somewhere out of sight
God’s the ancient Hebrew prayer I forgot how to recite
God’s the hand I cannot see, on a dreary moonless night
God is what I left behind, though I tried with all my might
God is all the work I’ve done, but never gotten paid
God was in my car that night I could have gotten laid
God stood by in silence while my father called his name
And turned His back although He knew, just what his son became
God’s the hand I cannot see, on a dreary moonless night
God is what I left behind, though I tried with all my might
God is all the work I’ve done, but never gotten paid
God was in my car that night I could have gotten laid
God stood by in silence while my father called his name
And turned His back although He knew, just what his son became
