And maybe God is a train going all across Atlanta,
And crying in the deep of the night
And maybe God is a train, shining light into a tunnel
And coming on with all of its might
And maybe everything's cool, and it don't make a difference what you do
And maybe everything's fine, and it don't make a difference who loves who
But baby take care, take care

And maybe God is a boy, kneeling down in dirty gardens
And taking bugs apart with his hands
And maybe God is a boy, in a social situation
And trying to be tough like a man
And maybe everything's there on a silver platter for us now
And maybe nobody cares and nothing really matters for us now
But baby take note, take note

And maybe God is a girl, dressing up her little animals
Setting out a table for tea
And maybe God is a girl, who just got her learner's permit
She's driving drunk and dangerously
And maybe everything's just exactly how it's supposed to be
But even then what exactly has that got to do with me
When I'm in pain, in pain
And maybe God is a train