Phone Call to God

Phone Call To God - Brett Eldredge

Written by：Brett Eldredge

On the back of a quarter I found on the floorboard it's

Stamped in silver that I should trust her so I gather all

The courage that I could muster and I drop it in the slot

Here I am just a man making a phone call to god

With a sound of your voice burning up the lines I wonder

If you'll answer all the wonders why

Hallelujah

Will I find my place and piece of mind will I get it back

If I give you time

Hallelujah

Oh maybe it's just better I don't know how it's gonna end

Or how it's gonna go

Regrets and mistakes and all the hearts that I did break will

I ever get to see my grandmas face with all the hell that I

Have raised I know she's up there shaking her head and

Saying a prayer am I breaking up or am I clear

When I hang up do you just disappear

Could you hand up the phone to my uncle joe and tell me if

The streets are really paved with gold

Hallelujah

With both sets of knees down to the end how do you choose

Who's gonna lose and win I'm good at talking

Maybe I should be listening oh

Is this real or is this just a dream

Yeah

Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah

Sometimes it feels just like the whole worlds bleeding hear

My own belief and keep those angels singing

Hallelujah hallelujah

I read every word you said every word written in red

Come on heal my broken heart making a phone call to god

Hallelujah

You got the whole world in your hands

Hallelujah

Can you hear my prayer making a phone call