That's the Way It Goes sing and play along

There's a man talking on the radio.

What he's saying I don't really know.

Seems he's lost some stocks and shares,

stops and stares.

He's afraid I know.

That's the way it goes.

There's a man talking of the promised land.

He'll acquire it with some krugerrand.

Subdivide and deal it out,

feel his clout.

He can stoop so low.

That's the way it goes.

There's an actor who hopes to fit the bill,

sees a shining city on a hill.

Step up close and see he's blind,

wined and dined.

All he has is posed.

And that's the way it goes.

There's a fire that burns away the lies manifesting in the spiritual eye.

Though you won't understand the way I feel.

You conceal all there is to know.

That's the way it goes.

That's the way it goes.

That's the way it goes.

That's the way it goes.

That's the way it goes.

That's the way it goes.