I found god, in the corner of a dusty street.
All alone, smoking his last ciggarette.
I said " Where you've been?"
He said "Ask anything."

"Where were you, when everything was falling apart?
All my days I've spent by the telephone, that never rang, all I needed was a call.

Lost and insecure, you found me.
You found me, lying on the floor.
Surrounded, why'd you have to wait?
Where were you, were were you?"