Galileo sing and play along

I Galileo's head was on the block,

the crime was looking up the truth.

'Cause maybe And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode,

I try to trace them to my youth.

then a gain And then you had to bring up reincarnation over a couple of beers the other night.

or she'll And now, I'm serving time a for misotakes years made by another in another lifetime.

How long till my soul gets it right?

Can any human being ever reach that kind of light?

I call on the resting soul of Galileo,

king of night vision, king of insight.

gain And then I think about my fear of motion tion to let the next for which I er could explain.

or she'll say, Some oth I er fool a cross the o cean years a last life.

have crashed his I'll little airplane.

How long till my soul gets it right?

Can any human being ever reach that kind of light?

I call on the resting soul of Galileo,

king of night vision, king of insight.

sight. I'm not making a joke.

You know me, I take everything so seriously.

If we wait for the time till all souls get it right,

then at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihilation in my lifetime.

I'm still not right.

night vision, king of insight?

How long?

How long?