Lord, I Know We Don't Talk - Kevin Devine

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