Текст песни Spinning Slow - Art Morera

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 bastard 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 glass, 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