Oh, got to see, got to know right now   What's that riding on your everything?   It isn't anything at all   Oh, got to see, got to 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 want to 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