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