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