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