"Hey, Lord"—Crooked Timber

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Hey, Lord

(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)

Hey, Lord,
I know you're kinda busy
But I thought I might as well say hi.
Hey, Lord,
No, I ain't nobody special;
I'm just an ordinary guy.
Hey, Lord,
They say You're up in heaven
And You're watchin' as the world rolls by.
Hey, Lord
Won't You tell me what You see
When You're lookin' down from the sky?
          Can You see my state?
          Can You see my town?
          Can You see my house
          Maybe even see me wave
          When You're up there lookin' down?
Hey, Lord,
Ain't nothin' goin' right
And I was hopin' You could tell me why.
Hey, Lord,
Won't You tell me what You see
When You're lookin' down from the sky?

Hey, Lord,
Some people got it good
So they hardly even need to try;
Hey, Lord,
Some people got it bad
And then they lose until the day they die.
Hey, Lord
Some people tell the truth
And then some other people they just lie.
Hey, Lord,
Do You see it goin' on
When You're lookin' down from the sky?
          Do we look real small?
          Do we look like ants?
          Do we make You smile
          Maybe even make You laugh
          When we do a little Happy Dance?
Hey, Lord,
Some people get ahead
And then some other people just get by.
Hey, Lord,
Do You see what's goin' on
When You're lookin' down from the sky?

Hey, Lord,
Some people come around,
Try to tell me that the end is nigh;
Hey, Lord,
They say You're gonna fix it
So that everybody else will fry.
Hey, Lord,
Can You get me out of town
So I won't have to testify?
Hey, Lord,
Tell me, what You gonna do
When You're lookin' down from the sky?

Hey, Lord,
It's time to go to church
So I guess I better say goodbye . . .
Hey, Lord,
You'll be seein' me around
When You're lookin' down from the sky.
Yeah, lookin' down from the sky;
Yeah, lookin' down from the sky.