Texty: Sheryl Crow. Detours. God Bless This Mess.

Daddy's in the hallway
Hanging pictures on the wall
And mama's in the kitchen
Making casseroles for all

My brother came home yesterday
From somewhere far away
He doesn't look like I remember
As he stares off into space
He must've seen some ugly things out there
He just can't seem to say

Oh, God bless this mess
God bless this mess
God bless this mess

I got a job in town
Selling insurance on the phone
With Robert and Teresa
And two con men from back home

But everyone I call up doesn't have the time to chat
Everybody is so busy doing this and doing that
But something has gone missing
And it makes me kinda sad

Oh, God bless this mess
God bless this mess
God bless this mess

I heard about the day
That two skyscrapers came down
Firemen, policemen
People came from all around

The smoke covered the city
And the body count arised
And the president spoke words of comfort
With teardrops in his eyes
Then he led us as a nation
Into a war based on lies

Oh, God bless this mess
God bless this mess
God bless this mess
God bless this mess