There’s no Buddha
There’s no guru
There’s no Krishna
There’s no Vishnu
There’s no-one for you to count upon
When Mary, fair of face
The Mother of All Grace
Has disappeared without a trace

Just remember
Somebody down here loves you
Somebody’s thinking of you
Somebody miles above you
Who understands you never planned
To lead your life this way
But if you’ve had enough
I’m waiting to lead you…

There’s no crash mat
There’s no waiver
There’s no comeback
There’s no Saviour
But I’ll be your guardian angel yet
And when your race is run
And all your colour’s gone
I’ll be the one you pin them on

Just remember
Somebody down here loves you
Somebody’s thinking of you
Somebody miles above you
Who understands you never planned
To lead your life this way
But if you’ve had enough
I’m waiting to lead you astray