Spinning, tumbling, and falling.
Those are the three words
That have an Infinite meaning.

That red 33 is spinning, and
Boy does it spin. The melodious,
Innocent vibrations that tumble
Out right onto the walls love
To bounce. So innocent.
They don't know that they just
Fall on dead ears.

Drink in hand, spliff in the
Mouth: Why do these spin?
Not many will help you to
Your feet. They're too busy
With their own lives.
Too busy tumbling along the
Road.

The road that you walk
May be the one less traveled
By, but I'll tell you what.
At least I'm not falling.
I may hit a rock and fall,
But at least I'm not falling.
Not really.

Spin me out and watch what
Happens. I might tumble on
Down like some heavy drunk,
But I won't fall.

Pop in that next record.
I want to fall in love again.