Everybody Talks To God

He was sayin' grace

Over a Tuesday blue-plate special

When the man in the next booth said

"Don't you watch TV?"

Don't you know that God's a myth?

I hate to see you waste your breath

'Cause there ain't no use talkin'

To a ghost that don't exist

The prayin' man said, "Amen"

And looked up from his plate

And said, "You may not talk to God right now

But there's gonna come a day"

'Cause whether you're a farmer in the field

Prayin' for the rain

Or you curse Him at the gravesite

'Cause He called a loved one's name

You can thank Him, you can blame Him

Either way, you're gonna face Him

Whether you believe in Him or not

'Cause, in the end, everybody talks to God

The man in the booth went quiet

'Cause he didn't have a comeback

So he shrugged it off and paid his tab

Then shuffled out the door

And the prayin' man, he prayed

For the man who drove away

Hopin' he would see the light

Before it got too late

But how was he to know

He touched a non-believers soul

Who got that conversation

Two red lights down the road

'Cause whether you're a farmer in the field

Prayin' for the rain

Or you curse Him at the gravesite

'Cause He called a loved one's name

And you can thank Him, you can blame Him

Either way, you're gonna face Him

Whether you believe in Him or not

'Cause, in the end, everybody talks to God

Everybody talks to God

You can thank Him, you can blame Him

Either way, you're gonna face Him

Whether you believe in Him or not

In the end, everybody talks to God

Everybody talks to God

We all talk to God

Everybody talks to God