We were talking just the other day
down by my favorite cafe
and soon enough the conversation naturally
turned to God again.
Well, I abandoned him quite a time ago.
"There's nothing new in that," you say,
"You've got to lose to win."
Oh, girl, you always liked them cheap cliches.
Who will you love when you're gone?
Who will you love when the savior you were promised never comes?
So we went back to apartment 4H
and put our heads upon the bed
and all at once I had a vision of my own death
and I said:
Who will you love when you're gone?
Who will you love when the God they told you about gives you the gun?
Someday soon you will be wandering
upon the shackles of your old age
and thinking back to those New York City nights
when we were wild and free of faith.
Who will you love when you're gone?
Who will you love when the savior you were promised never comes?
When the God they told you about gives you the gun?
When the devil's imposition finally comes?
When you find yourself in hell and you belong?
