In quiet sorrow lies
On empty faces
Now, of all the times
And of all the places
Is this how it goes?
Is this how it goes?
I suppose
I waited by the phone to hear another story
Then prayed aloud and cried alone, like so many before me
That's how it goes
That's how it goes
I suppose
All we are is dust
All we are is dust
But no one understands that we can heavy hearted
Cause no one sees their end 'till they're right back where they started
Don't you know?
All we are is dust after all
All we are is dust
That's how it goes
That's how it goes
I suppose