I’d like to sing a song (promise you won’t be long)

I’ll try not to be long but I don’t want to get this story wrong

There was a kid who never cared about the little things

Don’t even bother ‘cause I’m tired and I’m sick of it

And every time she makes a point I’ll make a counterpoint

She said, “It’s easy but in the end you’ll have no choice,

and you know that’s only just the way it goes.”

(You said it right man, that is just the way it goes)