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art morera - spinning slow lyrics

you know how long you got to sit in a chair to see the stars move? well, i don’t know but make sure it ain’t a barstool because that’ll make your back hurt about as much as your heart does. now the bartender’s starting to look at you like you might be weird because your beer is getting warm. whatever’s on your mind must really be important. well, it is because they you are alone again looking out the window. so many stars in the sky but you don’t notice them because if you did then you would know that jupiter slid behind the satellite dish that the owner of the establishment pays for so the on-goers can watch sports and talk about the slopes on the golf course. the bartender pretends to care about your sob story because gratuity is what she got the job for. snap out of it and put some dollars under the pint, can’t handle getting hammered anymore because you’re not thor, just a b-st-rd that always had to have the last word ’til she went and pulled a casper on you then went off to live a new life without you in it. you couldn’t finish, like the backwash inside the pint gl-ss, jupiter is still hidden

as i sit back in my chair i see the world spinning slow and i don’t know what to make of it, no i just don’t know

my daughter said she would call me, i’ma wait by the phone and try not to fall asleep even though the tone in her voice didn’t sound too promising. she was probably distracted when she said it. you know these kids are never not busy. i tried keeping up and i got dizzy. barely see her anymore since her mom and i split, bet it’s traumatizin’ to be caught inside of this tug of war over which one of us loves her more. she’s a casualty of the divorce. and the judge gave custody to her mother, of course. now she’s made to believe that i’m something much worse than i am really, when all i ever wanted was a family. if i ask what she’s doing, her response always is “nothing dad i’m just chilling. wait, i’m getting another line let me call you right back.” and hangs up. i think that i should start a facebook so i can see her everyday without taking up her time because the way that it looks, i’m just another schmuck with a case of bad luck. i remember back when she was just a baby, before i knew it she grew up into a beautiful young lady full of resentment because her mom hates me. we’ll talk ’til she has a call waiting, maybe

as i sit back in my chair i see the world spinning slow and i don’t know what to make of it, no i just don’t know

- art morera lyrics

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