And so It Goes - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

I’m the oil upon the water,

I’m the lava in the flow.

Resting like a rock beside the seaside.

I’m the son and you’re the daughter

Of the stranger that we know,

Who gets a little stoned beside the wayside.

Well, there’s one thing to try

Everybody knows

Music gets you high

Everybody grows

And so it goes.

You’re the lips that make the laughter

You’re the sunshine in the snow

Shining out on everything you feel

You’re the bird that dropped the berry

On the island far below

Finding out that everything is real.

Well, there’s one thing to try

Etc.

We are loved and we are lonely

We are many, we are few.

Make it out odf love and build a dream

We are hoboes, we are holy

We are me and we are you,

Can’t it be as easy as it seems?

Well, there’s one thing to try

Etc.