The Astronomer

I am not a priest And I am not a monk And I don't go to church much But when i do i stand and i sing loud I sing loud I am the astronomer When i look through my telescope I am certain of the universe I am filled with wonder from the stars And i never saw anything I couldn't blame on my mind So I don't believe in ghosts But I like to sing But I like to sing And when i hear the call to prayer Buzzing from the speakers on the mosques There's a shock and there's a stillness As the melody twists and zaps The air is filled with diamonds I wish I could sing like that But I don't practice enough No I don't practice enough Practice Practice I don't practice enough Practice Practice I'm confounded by music And stories and laughter Goodness and babies Infinity and luck I'm confused by the notion That somebody loves me And drugs make me crazy And a clairvoyant told me i've got an old soul Oh lord I wish I could sing like that But i don't practice enough Practice Practice I don't practice enough Practice Practice There's a man in iran Who says he talks to ghosts And the way that he does it Is he hasn't spoke to anyone alive in 42 years He turns his mind off every day And stares at the wall And he is one with the universe And he says that every soul that's ever died Is singing in the shadows of the sky But if that's the experiment If that's what a scientist would have to do If that's how long it takes Well I'm afraid that I just haven't got the time So I'll go home Pour some whiskey And I'll sigh And when it's time to go to bed I'll keep the nightlight on Practice Practice