You don't have a thing

I'm not quite sure what's right or wrong
Since I left Christians making bread from stone
Then Satan sang a sweet siren song
And I was bored so I sang along

Jeleladin had me spinning around
Like a Child's top on cold hard ground
But the poetry that Barks was better than the bite
Of Gabriel's dictations for the prophet to write

I've walked down roads quite well trod
And those less traveled with and without God
But in the end this is what I sing
If you don't have love, you don't have a thing

My Guru taught me to sit on a pillow
Under the shade of a weeping willow
I sat and sipped tea from the dharma cup
But my foot went to sleep and I had to get up

I've walked down roads quite well trod
And ones less traveled with and without God
But in the end this is what I sing
If you don't have love, you don't have a thing

You can follow the rules, collect all the jewels
Give up your heart, make significant art
Yet, minus the thing that makes it worthwhile
It's all for nothing, just changes in style

I've walked down roads quite well trod
And those less traveled with and without God
But in the end this is what I sing
If you don't have love, you don't have a thing