Prospect Hummer

It's quiet on my floor
Except for the gospel ladies
Just the smell of some wicked candles
Makes me peek into the full assembly

They wear wide-rimmed hats and joyful smiles
Claps overcome the street trash
And their meal, it's a bottle of water
The 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 commendable attention you give him
And you cuddle for a half an hour
Til 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 bed
Six or seven later
I'm still very very happy
I'm still writing songs I can play how
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?