But at Least I Don’t See You Float Away

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 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 on split milk, sex and weight
It all will fall, fall right into place

And all this science, I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week

Elton John
Rocket Man

But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

The Rolling Stones
Sympathy for the Devil

We built this city on rock and roll

Starship
We Built This City