Falling Down
Simple grown country man living at home
He's got a wife two kids and dog but no phone
He never reached for the sky so he stuck to the farm
A little house on a prairie only goes so far
Ooh if god were demeaning then why allow this feeling
Of experience in a bowl incapable of cleaning
Oh I
I never really meant to hurt you
I fall down
Her eyes
They gravitate towards me
We fall down
To yield before he who allows him his nature
To kneel before he who draws you the picture
On the alter of wisdom where shepards are made
For the lord is not a word on the page
Might turn the corner for a chance and it took
For the lift of the curtain and I stared as I looked
To the center of self with every cranny and nook
Was examined as if it were golden now I'm stuck
Ooh if god were demeaning then why allow this feeling
Of experience in a bowl incapable of cleaning
Oh I
I never really meant to hurt you
I fall down
Her eyes
They gravitate towards me
We fall down
Ooh if god were demeaning then why allow this feeling
Of experience in a bowl incapable of cleaning
Oh I
I never really meant to hurt you
I fall down
Her eyes
They gravitate towards me
We fall down
He's got a wife two kids and dog but no phone
He never reached for the sky so he stuck to the farm
A little house on a prairie only goes so far
Ooh if god were demeaning then why allow this feeling
Of experience in a bowl incapable of cleaning
Oh I
I never really meant to hurt you
I fall down
Her eyes
They gravitate towards me
We fall down
To yield before he who allows him his nature
To kneel before he who draws you the picture
On the alter of wisdom where shepards are made
For the lord is not a word on the page
Might turn the corner for a chance and it took
For the lift of the curtain and I stared as I looked
To the center of self with every cranny and nook
Was examined as if it were golden now I'm stuck
Ooh if god were demeaning then why allow this feeling
Of experience in a bowl incapable of cleaning
Oh I
I never really meant to hurt you
I fall down
Her eyes
They gravitate towards me
We fall down
Ooh if god were demeaning then why allow this feeling
Of experience in a bowl incapable of cleaning
Oh I
I never really meant to hurt you
I fall down
Her eyes
They gravitate towards me
We fall down
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Writer(s): Charlie Kirby
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