Gravity

I left home when I was seventeen
I just grew tired of fallin' down
And I'm sure I was told
The allure of the road
Would be all I foundAnd all the answers that I started with
Turned out questions in the end
So years roll on by
And just like the sky
The road never endsAnd the people who love me still ask me
"When are you coming back to town?"
And I answer quite frankly
"When they stop buildin' roads
And all God needs is gravity to hold me down"And the people who love me still ask me
"When are you coming back to town?"
And I answer quite frankly
"When they stop buildin' roads
And there ain't no more highways to be found"