I got home today, took a look around. Tryin' to find that girl of mine, she could not be found. All her things were gone, she just left a note. It don't take no mastermind to figure what she wrote.
Dear God, are you there?. Can you hear me, do you care?. Dear God, here are we. Less than perfect, far from free. . Oh, we take what we get. And we don't take no more.