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