Bands make music, writers write about it
Sometimes people like it, and sometimes they don't
But bands keep making music 'cause they didn't go to college
And as people are not suited to working in an office
And that's how it goes
Parents love children, they raise them to be grown ups
With all the same neuroses and all the same deep fears
And the kids love their parents but they don't want to be them
Because they feel a sense of destiny cursing through their bones
And that's how it goes
We all have successes and we all have failures
And we turn them into profit if we're lucky and tenacious
But we all get quiet and send prayers to the maker of our personal understanding
And for some that's rock and roll
And that's how it goes