Gravity
I left home when I was seventeenI just grew tired of falling downAnd I'm sure I was toldThe allure of the roadWould be all I found
And all the answers that I started withTurned out questions in the endSo years roll on byAnd just like the skyThe road never ends
And the people who love me still ask meWhen are you coming back to townAnd I answer quite franklyWhen they stop building roadsAnd all God needs is gravity to hold me down