He was saying grace over a Tuesday blue plate specialWhen the man in the next booth said, don't you watch TVDon't you know that God's a myth, I hate to see you waste your breathCause there ain't no use talking to a ghost that don't existThe praying man said amen, and looked up from his placeAnd said, you may not talk to God right now, but there's gonna come a dayCause whether you're a farmer in the field, praying for the rainOr you curse him at the gravesite, cause he called a loved one's nameYou can thank him, you can blame him, either way you're gonna face himWhether you believe in him or not, cause in the end, everybody talks to GodThe man in the booth went quiet, cause he didn't have a comebackSo he shrugged it off and paid his tab, and shuffled out the doorAnd the praying man, he prayed for the man who drove awayHoping he would see the light before it got too lateBut how was he to know, he touched an unbeliever's soulWho got that conversation, two red lights down the roadCause whether you're a farmer in the field, praying for the rainOr you curse him at the gravesite, cause he called a loved one's nameYou can thank him, you can blame him, either way you're gonna face himWhether you believe in him or not, cause in the end, everybody talks to GodEverybody talks to GodYou can thank him, you can blame him, either way you're gonna face himWhether you believe in him or not, cause in the end, everybody talks to GodEverybody talks to GodWe all talk to GodEverybody talks to GodEverybody talks to God