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