Texty: Rickie Lee Jones. Gravity.

There are wounds that stir up the force of gravity
And a cold that will wipe the hope from your eyes
Young girl standing underneath the L train
Standing there, watching the trains go by

You think that nobody knows where you are girl
You think that nobody knows how this feels
Alone, in a world of your own there you are girl
The small things float to the top of gravity

Gravity
Now I'm telling you where it is
Gravity

We walk in easy snakes
Through the roulette rattling of the ethyl
And now the arson smell of moon
Polishes a newsstand they empty the gas can

The watch the fire if there are three girls running
There are three girls running nowhere
From remedies, that you call random, we call by name
And ask them to explain why

I heard somebody hush up
Don't say nothing, I thought I heard someone
Well we walk when we want to go
Nobody's gonna be there

Seen somebody, somebody
Be quiet
Nobody's there
Nobody

I could not say no to the light of my desire
I'm not asking so much
But you roll call the passion
His lips
(No)
His back
(No)
His face
(No, no, no)

I'm not asking so much
Try to imagine another planet, another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything I do matters

Where you are, girl
In your green paint
With a pin to pull
At the fingertips of gravity

Gravity
Well I'm telling you where it is
Gravity