Gravity Rides Everything - Pickin' On Series, Iron Horse

Oh gotta see, gotta know right now

What’s that riding on your everything?

It isn’t anything at all

Oh gotta see, gotta know right now

What’s that writing on your shelf

In the bathrooms and the bad motels?

No one really cared for it at all

Not the gravity plan

Early, early in the morning

It pulls all on down my sore feet

I wanna go back to sleep

In the motions and the things that you say

It all will fall, fall right into place

As fruit drops, flesh it sags

Everything will fall right into place

When we die, some sink and some lay

But at least I don’t see you float away

And all the spilt milk, sex and weight

It all will fall, fall right into place