Atheist’s Lament

No I don't believe in God
I've no faith in myth and fable
I'll endorse the laws of science
In any garbled way I'm able

And I don't believe in heaven
At least not any Bible's kind
Nor a spirit, nor a soul
Just the mystery of our mind

Oh, but here's the funny thing:
I almost wish I do
Cause then you could watch over me
Drop some hints and guide me through

But I don't believe in ghosts
That's why I dared not turn around
Because I knew that if I did
I'd hate what I had found:

Just a dead and empty room
With your picture on the wall
No smiling apparition
No hint of you at all

And even though I'd love to see
Your limping, loving wraith
I'm not the kind of fool to fall
For the illusions of blind faith

I don't need a psychic to tell me you love me
To help me connect with that love I now lack;
You're not by my bed, you're not smiling above me
You're just gone, and you're never coming back
Just gone, and you're never coming back
Just gone