Whatever's Divine - Will Stratton

I don’t want to front like I’m from another decade,

And I don’t want to feel like I’m part of a decaying past.

But if time moves like a subtle joke,

You might as well tie me to the deck at the center mast.

So thank jah for your love,

Thank allah for your love,

Thank god for your love,

If it comes to that

All the places I went had familiar seasons,

But the rhythm was wrong, or the weather made me lose my mind.

But now just maybe I’ve run out of reasons

To drift like a fool, or to grasp like I’ve just gone blind.

So thank jah for your love,

Thank allah for your love,

Thank god for your love

At the end of the line

Heavy hangs the promise, heavy with the truth.

The years will keep us honest like the months have tended to do.

Thank jah for your love,

Thank allah for your love,

Thank god for your love,

Or whatever’s divine.