Gravitational Forces Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Gravitational forces 

The time is 8:45 

Fifteen minutes shy of competing the 4-hour sound check 

It usually takes an hour and a half 

The room reminds me of a putt putt golf course 

A twenty foot crimson alien stands in the corner 

An airstream flying saucer juts out of the wall 

Plastic asteroids the size of oil drums rain down from the ceiling 

Someone pointed out they look like giant turds 

We are here to play music 

Music I have a relentless passion for 

We are hurtling through space at 66,000 miles an hour 

We have traveled over 247,500 miles 

Since we arrived here at five 

Maybe this is the wrong galaxy 

Maybe we have broken a time barrier 

And time is slowed by the gravitational forces of two fellow spacemen 

Two fellow spacemen who were on this planet when we arrived 

Who have no passion for music 

Or anything else 

In this tasteless solar system 

Or anything else 

In this tasteless solar system