Guiding Me

I woke up with this song in my head last week. Not that I don't believe there's a God. I sure as heck do. But he describes well a gritty dark but honest perspective; one that is very familiar to me right now. David Gray is one of those singer/songwriters who knows where it's at. Him and Leonard Cohen and Martyn Joseph come to mind right now. Ain't No Love Maybe that it would do me good If I believed there were a God Out in the starry firmament As it is that’s just a lie And I'm here eating up the boredom On an island of cement Give me your ecstasy I'll feel it Open window and I'll steal it Baby like it’s heaven sent This ain’t no love that’s guiding me Some days i'm bursting at the seams With all my half remembered dreams And then it shoots me down again I feel the dampness as it creeps I hear you coughing in your sleep Beneath a broken window pane Tomorrow girl I'll buy you chips A lollipop to stain your lips And it’ll all be right as rain This ain’t no love that’s guiding me This ain’t no love that’s guiding me No it ain’t no love guiding me No it ain’t no love guiding me No it ain’t no love guiding me This ain’t no love that’s guiding me This ain’t no love that’s guiding me On winter trees the fruit of rain Is hanging trembling in the branches Like a thousand diamond buds Waiting there in every pause That old familiar fear that claws you Tells you nothing ain’t no good Pulling back you see it all Down here so laughable and small Hardly a quiver in the dirt This ain’t no love that’s guiding me