He was saying grace over a Tuesday blue plate special
When the man in the next booth said
Don't you watch TV?
Don't you know that God's a myth?
I hate to see you waste your breath
Cause there ain't no use talking
To a ghost that don't exist
The praying man said amen
And looked up from his blade
And said you may not talk to God right now
But there's gonna come a day
Cause whether you're a Christian or a Christian
Or a farmer in the field
Praying for the rain
Oh, you curse him at the graveside
Cause he called a loved one's name
You can thank him, you can blame him
Either way you're gonna face him
Whether you believe in him or not
Cause in the end
In the end
In the end
In the end





Everybody talks to God
The man in the booth went quiet
Cause he didn't have a comeback
So he shrugged it off and paid his tab
And shuffled out the door
In the end
The praying man he prayed
For the man who drove away
Hoping he would see the light
Before it got too late
But how was he to know
He touched a non-believer's soul
Who got that conversation
Two red lights down the road
Cause whether you're a farmer in the field
Praying for the rain
Oh, you curse him at the graveside
Cause he called a loved one's name
You can thank him, you can blame him
Either way you're gonna face him
Whether you believe in him or not
Cause in the end
Everybody talks to God
You can thank him, you can blame him
Either way you're gonna face him
Whether you believe in him or not
In the end
Everybody talks to God
Everybody talks to God
Everybody talks to God
We all talk to God
Everybody talks to God
We all talk to God
We've gotta run
We've gotta admit
We've gotta save
We've gotta save our god
We've gotta save our God
We've gotta save our God

Tomorrow
To the next old age
And this is the beginning

I don't know



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