what’s gonna happen is gonna happen
you are both powerful and powerless
you can’t stop the locomotive of fate
coming down the tracks thackety-thack thackety-thack to your station
you can’t escape fate, not even in your safe place
the blasting horn will find you in your quiet room
but then again, a change will do you good
it is what it is (except when it isn’t, but even then it is)
there’s always the unexpected isn’t there?
but somewhere in a remote cave, a monk is meditating and praying for you
try to be like the leaf that flows easy on the river
unfortunately, people are gonna people
you can’t fix stupid or cruel
the forecast is calling for mostly cloudy
with a slight chance of happiness
a front is moving in with scattered squalls
sometimes a lost world is the only place that you can find yourself
it’s easy to lose yourself nowadays
sometimes the way things are, you just can’t do enough drinking
there just isn’t enough alcohol in the bar
a bar called the absinthe room has to be great, right?
listening to music and trying to remember where I was the first time I heard a part
