Remember watching children play

Ring-around-the roses

Tiny electrons circling in neutral ground

So much gravity, in gravity



Boys in bars, they stir their drinks

Clockwise while the ladies dance

Bodies and thoughts constantly in motion

Oh, what a time to think of mom

Counting train cars



This is a place called paradise

Make the fist that holds the paintbrush

Take your open hand and roll the dice

The trains will pass and the pups will rush



Walk outside, stare down the sky

Stars are fixed and so am I

Grand illusions constantly in motion

Oh what a time for gravity, counting train cars



Another day in paradise

Counting train cars

Another day of gravity

Counting train cars