t's quiet on my floor
Except for the gospel ladies
Just the smell of some wicked candles
Makes me thinks into the road ascending

They wear light-rimmed hats and joyful smiles
Who loved [bad word] up the street branch
And in the middle of it is a puddle of water
Wind of faithful voices
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa

Your cat is a friendly brother
Who'd offer his heart with allegiance
And if he could talk, we'd be best friends
The only friend he has is his food bowl
And he bites away at your book hand
For [bad word] attention you give him
And you cuddle for a half an hour
And he dreams about his food bowl
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa

I'll leave you in my heart
Six or seven later
I'm still very very hungry
I'm still writing songs I can play
But my heaven is all around me
And there's Zulu in my body
Have I eaten all the very good dates now?
Is our night worth contemplating?