Godhead

No Krishna, Buddha, Jesus in my soul 'Til the sun breaks through again Down into nothing as I lose myself In the perfections of Zen She said: I got the answer I said: I'm curious, can you write that down my friend It said there's nothing in the real world So why should we pretend zero? Godhead We got nothing We got everything I took a page out of Unpunished And I flew a paper plane But there is nothing in the real world But the cool, cool, cool of soul And I've got nothing in my pockets But lose change and gold zero! And I'm trying to get somewhere In a room with glow The church mice are singing now What John Lee Hooker knows Godhead We got nothing We got everything