Saw you standing by the keg
propped up on your wooden leg
We raced down to the beach
and up the top of the lighthouse
We threw our empties into the lake
and you said you might make a mistake
I said “There’s a train I’m supposed
To be on, and I wish it was you”
You didn’t think I’d mind
what was on your mind
We didn’t think they’d mind
We can turn down the gravity
just a degree
not enough to fly away
but just enough to see
That we can feel the space between
the surface and our feet
Feel the creeping, revolving
world slipping by underneath
Saw you up on Cricket Hill
as far as I know you’re up their still
Waiting for some bus to come back
with your veggie burrito
Well here’s your change
Here’s your chance
Hear them calling for the last dance
And I’m the only one left here
who can stand up straight
I didn’t think they’d mind
what was on your mind
If We Were out of our minds
We can turn down the gravity
just a degree
not enough to fly away
but just enough to see
That we can feel the space between
the surface and our feet
Feel the creeping, revolving
world slipping by underneath
© Robert Emmett McWhorter/
published by Hermetic Medical Records (ASCAP)
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