Reporting From Exile

So one of these nights and about twelve o'clock
 This old world's going to reel and rock
 Saints will tremble and cry for pain
 For the Lord's gonna come in his heavenly airplane
 If God had a name, what would it be?
 And would you call it to his face,
 If you were faced with Him in all His glory?
 What would you ask if you had just one question?
 And yeah, yeah, God is great
 Yeah, yeah, God is good
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 What if God was one of us?
 Just a slob like one of us?
 Just a stranger on the bus
 Trying to make His way home?
 If God had a face, what would it look like?
 And would you want to see
 If seeing meant that you would have to believe
 In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the saints
 And all the prophets? And...
 Yeah, yeah, God is great
 Yeah, yeah, God is good
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 What if God was one of us
 Just a slob like one of us
 Just a stranger on the bus
 Trying to make His way home?
 (Just?) tryin' to make His way home
 Back up to Heaven all alone
 Nobody callin' on the phone
 'Cept for the Pope, maybe, in Rome
 Yeah, yeah, God is great
 Yeah, yeah, God is good
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 What if God was one of us
 Just a slob like one of us
 Just a stranger on the bus
 Trying to make His way home?
 Just tryin' to make His way home
 Like a holy rolling stone
 Back up to Heaven all alone
 Just tryin' to make His way home
 Nobody callin' on the phone
 'Cept for the Pope, maybe, in Rome