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 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
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
