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