A Place Where Gravity Drops

Copyright 2007 Michael S. Hysinger

michael@hysingermusic.com

 

 

 

She seldom goes to work on Mondays

Just reads her books and lays in bed

She talks to god and waits for answers

She wants her dreams but gets a job instead

 

Some nights you can see her – reaching up to touch the stars

One day she’ll try – she thinks she can fly but not very far

 

She keeps pushing on and on

Down a road that never stops

‘Cause she’s looking to find a place where gravity drops

 

Her job is like an endless freeway

Where all she does is drive and drive

There’s no such thing as destination

Except the room in which she hides

 

Sometimes you can hear her – as she’s talking to her dreams

One day she’ll try – she knows she can fly but she needs bigger wings

 

She keeps pushing on and on

Down a road that never stops

‘Cause she’s looking to find a place where gravity drops

 

Why can’t gravity listen and release her for one day

Just enough to take her dreams and fly away

 

She keeps pushing on and on

Down a road that never stops

‘Cause she’s looking to find a place where gravity drops