Lyrics Phone Call to God - Brett Eldredge

Phone Call to God

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