Stuck In The Fall

You moan Oh God when your eyes disappear
'Cause you can't remember his name
But God's not there in the morning
So you curse His holy name
And when your eyes return to you
Nothing ever seems to change
The sanctuary is empty
And you need someone to blame

Pumping for all of your riches
Laughing when they strike oil
Ain't no drill could ever fill
The empty in depleted soil
You're flying on anesthesia
They're drilling in your cavities
You'd spend more time with angels
If it wasn't for the gravity

Maybe we fly above eagles
Maybe walk so straight and tall
The gravity of the situation
Is that gravity owns us all

That ain't no angel's arrow
Stickin' outta your back
It's a perfect three-way ricochet
A self-inflicted heart attack
Strong in the wing through Kevlar skies
Till you fall right through the blue
Forever never seems to last
The way that it used to

There's a time for love, a time for hate
You have found the place they meet
Shooting at angels from gutters
In the gravity of your street
Melancholy pipe organ
Echoes through an empty hole
Through a vacant sanctuary
Through a hollow human soul

Maybe we fly above eagles
Maybe walk so straight and tall
The gravity of the situation
Is that gravity owns us all

 © John Kennan 1-2-20