The rain on the sill has started dripping again
And you are fast asleep by ten
And now I am alone in a world of disgrace
To search for my poor mothers face in it all
And now I think six months ago I'd have climbed down his stairs
To find him in his underwear
And I'd have climbed in his bed with the blankets over our heads
To dream of making that honey bread that we'd make
And ain't that how it always seems to go?
When something good comes, it goes, it goes
And ain't that how it always seems to go?
How it goes, how it goes, oh oh, how it goes
No mr., mrs., ma'am or sir, with us, those words just never worked
And now we aren't on speaking terms
And no favors slid beneath the table not even if we're counted as able
Just you and me in our short sleeves
But you cut yours off, so I guess that makes it a tank top
And side by side is where we decided that
Ain't that how it always seems to go?
When something good comes, it goes, it goes
And ain't that how it always seems to go?
How it goes, how it goes, oh oh, how it goes
How it goes, how it goes
How it goes, how it goes
How it goes, c'mon
How it goes, c'mon