The way that it goes is something like that;
You shrug off your woes and take off your hat.
You wipe off your brow and look at the sky;
And seeing it now, you let out a sigh.
The way that it is, in all that you try,
You hit or you miss; you pull or you pry.
You pick up a tool or set down a line;
You live by the rule or look for a sign.
You live like a king with things that are fine,
And worship the thing that comes from the mine;
Or you spend your life, the ebb and the flow,
In labor and strife, with little to show.
You roll out the dice, you catch or you throw;
Whatever the price, you reap what you sow.
The highs and the lows, the sharp and the flat,
The way that it goes is something like that.