Fountain Stairs

I forgot my book at the fountain stairs
At a chapter on symmetry, nobody cares

And I had a smoke while I traced the squares
Put my finger to concrete, felt the autumn air

When I look around
I can feel it spinning
Feet on the ground
Head on the ceiling

Sun on my shirt, sweat on my hands
All falling in retrograde, cancel all my plans

And I had to look at the marching band
Skip across the pavement, nobody's there

When I look around
I can feel it spinning
Feet on the ground
Head on the ceiling