introdução: |--2--4--5-------------------------| |----------2--2--3--5--------------| |----------------------------------| |----------------------------------| |----------------------------------| |----------------------------------| oh... one of these nights at about twelve o'clock this whole earth's gonna reel and rock... things thay'll tremble and cry for pain for the Lord's gonna come in his heavenly airplane. If God had a name, what would it be? And would you call it to his face If you were faced with him In 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 slob 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? If seeing meant that you would have to believe, In things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets He's tryin'to make his way home... Like up to heaven all alone... Nobody calling on the phone... Except for the Pope, maybe in Rome.