Lord, I Know We Don't Talk

In a motel room, with the Bible out Combing scripture for answers about what's happening now I can't believe my eyes, and I just don't trust my ears But I've heard a man can always come find some solace here Lord, I know that we don't talk Often at all anymore But desperate folks do desperate things So I'm stapling this note to your door Please: turn the ship around And lock the course in place And keep the train tracks nailed to the ground But pull the emergency brakes I've lost my faith in man Just like I once lost faith in you And I've been covering all kinds of ground Thinkin' hard 'bout what else I could lose And I know how I look, to come crawling back Acting like you owe me proof But this is bigger than me And I think it's bigger than you too So if this gets to you If you ever come home Just know I won't be awaiting the postman I will not be glued to my phone I'll know a change has come I'll know that you exist When all our bombs stop exploding And when all of our landmines are stripped When we stop blowing up strangers' houses And making orphans of innocent kids And people stop thinking the world's theirs for the taking Cause your will once told them it is 'Til then, I'm gonna shake my head I'm gonna bite my tongue When people tell me, "Have faith and be patient We're waiting for God to show up." 'Til then, it's one more skeptical song But I'll be glad as hell if you come prove me wrong