Phone Call to God - Brett Eldredge

On the back of a quarter

I found on the floorboard

It’s st&ed in silver that I should trust You

So I gather all the courage that I can muster

And I drop it in the slot

Here I am

Just a man

Makin' a phone call to God

Will the sound of Your voice burn up the lines?

I wonder if You’ll answer all the wonders why

Hallelujah

Will I find my place, my piece of mind?

Will I get her back if I give you time?

Hallelujah

Or 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 grandma’s face

With all the hell that I have raised?

I know she’s up there

Shakin' her head &sayin' a prayer

Am I breakin' up or am I clear?

When I hang up do You just disappear?

Could you hand off the phone to my Uncle Joe?

He’d tell me if the streets are really paved with gold

Hallelujah

With both sides on their knees down to the end

How do You choose who’s gonna lose &win?

Good at talkin'

Maybe I should be listenin'

Oh is this real or just a dream?

Yeah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Sometimes it feels just like the whole world’s bleedin'

Heal my unbelief &keep those angels singin'

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

(Hallelujah)

I’ve read every word You say

(Hallelujah)

Every word written in red

(Hallelujah)

Come on, heal my broken heart

(Hallelujah)

Makin' a phone call to God

(Hallelujah)

Hallelujah

You got the whole world in Your hands

(Hallelujah)

Hallelujah.

Can you hear my prayer?

(Hallelujah)

I’m makin' a phone call