sooner or later gravity always wins    and the clock on the wall runs down    the plates you've been spinning break on the floor    and the people edge toward the door    you got me going    you got me going around    you got me going around in circles    chasing my tail - spitting into the wind    you got me going around    sooner or later    indian summer is gone    and everything green turns brown    the wind gnaws the tree down to skeleton bones    and the sun's just a shiny cold stone    sooner or later    we'll be together again    and there's no telling where or when