how it goes

you know how it goes, maybe these feet were made for walking away, so i don't really use them, living in ditches is all well and good, when you get to choose them, i guess i could say it's strange, but most of me knows who i ain't fooling, so the excuses change, but not the game and not the tune, because we know how it goes, down on the corner they still talk about you, but say they don't care, baby you know i bruise but being polite never got me nowhere, so it's to you i move like steel in light and breathing fresh air?, some of my face as changed, but not my name and not my tune, because you know how it goes, yeah you know, how it goes