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