I saw her in a crowd 
Or maybe in a cloud 
Her daddy would be so proud 
Little miss beauty queen 
But then she fell down 
And underneath her gown 
No backbone could be found 
It was all skin and nicotine 

Underneath these empty things 
We're made of, we're made of 
Underneath these empty things 
We're made of one love 

Just past three a.m. 
I saw a preacher man 
He had heaven in his hand 
on satellite TV 
And he'll fix your sorry life 
And then he'll fix the price 
Because Heaven sure is nice 
But salvation isn't free 
And now could it be instead 
That we've lost our innocence 
But one day this pain will end 
Hope is coming back again 
And we can live forever 

Well I have heard it said 
That maybe God is dead 
Or some would say instead 
He just up and went away 
But I saw him in a cloud 
I saw him in a crowd 
Yeah, he just looked around 
And he loved us all anyway