
What do you get when God says no?
What do you get when cold winds blow?
What do you get when hope seems low?
I don’t know.

What do you get when God says no?
What do you get when cold winds blow?
What do you get when hope seems low?
I don’t know.

It’s not right at all—in fact, it’s wrong,
Like a misplayed note in a perfect song.
It’s a blighted stain that shouldn’t be,
Like spilling crude in the open sea.