Gravity rides everything

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