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