It’s quiet on my floor   Except for a gospel ladies   Just the smell of some wicked candles   Makes me thinks into the ...   They wear light rimmed hats and joyful smiles   Who loved to run 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 allegience   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 the commendable 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?