the way it goes

my father was a music man, he gave me the vinyl in my blood, my mother made the world go round, with her two hands i swear she raised the sun, they named me after bob so, i won't think twice my life was made to sing, peanut shells and bar room yells, i played until the barman kicked me out, i was born a stranger to myself, i grew up a bed sheet ghost among the vines, learning all that i know 'bout life, in lines from a song, but it's been so long, i can't recall the way it goes, i can't recall the way it goes, out here in the gold rush, they auctioned souls for a little taste of fame, and it feels so far from plainfield, where everyone already knows my name, it comes slipping through the static, little pictures of the life before my dream, and it's somewhere on the tip of my tongue, i'm searching for that long lost melody, i was born a stranger to myself, i grew up a bed sheet ghost among the vines, learning all that i know 'bout life, in lines from a song, but it's been so long, i can't recall the way it goes, i can't recall the way it goes, i can't recall the way it goes, tryna write a love song when i don't know, what it really means to love, i was born a stranger to myself, i grew up a bed sheet ghost among the vines, learning all that i know 'bout life, in lines from a song, but it's been so long, i can't recall the way it goes, i can't recall the way it goes, i can't recall the way it goes