Some say that God is hard to see
Mysterious and beautiful, infinite and free
That seems unusual to me
There’s things I see that no one sees

And God lives in my backyard
He’s out there fixing cars
He’s staring at the stars
He’s waiting for the end
Of the world to come along
He knows that times are hard
He’s cursing in the dark
He lives in my back yard
Oh, whoa

He’s dropping hammers on his feet
He sips alcohol from roses; he’s pissing in the leaves
Tap-dances parables, miracles for me
But he knows we see what we want to see

And God lives in my backyard
He’s out there fixing cars
He’s staring at the stars
He’s waiting for the end
Of the world to come along
He knows that times are hard
He’s out there drinking Harp
He lives in my back yard

Is this in my mind?
Can anybody see this fool but me?
Faith is hard to find
And silence is the golden word for
Supposed golden kind

I pray the lord my soul to keep
He sticks it in a jar out behind the weeds
He’s got the devil up his sleeve

And God lives in my backyard
He’s out there fixing cars
He’s staring at the stars
He’s waiting for the end
Of the world to come along
He knows that times are hard
He’s cursing in the dark
He lives in my back yard
Oh, whoa

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Lyrics gathered by J. Hodge
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