Each One of Us - Mr. Greg & Cass McCombs

If God had a name, what would it be And would we call it to His face If we were faced with Him and all His glory? What would you ask if you had just one question? Yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home If God had a face, what would it look like And would you want to see it If seeing meant that you would have to believe in things like heaven And Jesus and the saints and all the prophets? Yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home And yeah, yeah, God is great Yeah, yeah, God is good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home Like a holy rolling stone Back up to heaven all alone Nobody calling on the phone Except for the Pope maybe in Rome But He ain't home, He ain't home, He ain't home! No, no, no He ain't home! No, no, no He ain't home! Oh yeah, oh! (What if God was one us?) (What if God was one us?) (What if God was one us?) (What if God was one us?)

They passed me by all of those great romances You were I felt robbing me of my rightful chances My picture clear everything seemed so easy And so I dealt you the blow One of us had to go Now it's different I want you to know One of us is crying, one of us is lying In her lonely bed, staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only Waiting for a call, sorry for herself Feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all I saw myself as a concealed attraction I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action Just like a child stubborn and misconceiving That's how I started the show, one of us had to go Now I've changed and I want you to know One of us is crying, one of us is lying In her lonely bed, staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only Waiting for a call, sorry for herself Feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all Never left at all staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only Waiting for a call, sorry for herself Feeling stupid feeling small Wishing she had never left at all