Falling Down Lyrics

Simple grown country man living at home

He's got a wife two kids and dog but no phone

He never reached for the sky so he stuck to the farm

A little house on a prairie only goes so far

Ooh if god were demeaning then why allow this feeling

Of experience in a bowl incapable of cleaning

Oh I

I never really meant to hurt you

I fall down

Her eyes

They gravitate towards me

We fall down

To yield before he who allows him his nature

To kneel before he who draws you the picture

On the alter of wisdom where shepards are made

For the lord is not a word on the page

Might turn the corner for a chance and it took

For the lift of the curtain and I stared as I looked

To the center of self with every cranny and nook

Was examined as if it were golden now I'm stuck

Ooh if god were demeaning then why allow this feeling

Of experience in a bowl incapable of cleaning

Oh I

I never really meant to hurt you

I fall down

Her eyes

They gravitate towards me

We fall down

Ooh if god were demeaning then why allow this feeling

Of experience in a bowl incapable of cleaning

Oh I

I never really meant to hurt you

I fall down

Her eyes

They gravitate towards me

We fall down