Gravity

There's a blind man who hears angels

He hears them whispering inside potatoes

And from the curling leaves of blooming plants

And in the winding tracks of crawling ants

He stands outside under the sky

Listening to starlight drifting by

Because gravity is not the only

Force at work in this world

Just like gypsy moths and flying bugs

Circle around a shining bulb

The blind man dreams of drifting away

Into the darkness of outer space

And when he walks the city streets

He sprinkles the sidewalks with apple seeds

Because gravity is not the only

Force at work in this world