And so it goes lyrics

Artist  : Blues traveler 
Song : And so it goes
 
(note: this song changes with every version...this
version is from 5-13-94, when it was brought back
after a two-year absence, at the aragon ballroom,
in chicago)

Rock and roll!

Well I’ve been around this world and I’ll tell
you some things
There ain’t no free lunches, you gotta watch for
the strings
You stand up for your rights and then you try to
hold your ground
But only lady luck determines if you’re up or
you’re down

Oh faith in my friend and faith in my brother
And faith in my life, I don’t know no other
You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane
You get a little pleasure and you get a little
pain
You grab the brass ring, you know you’ve gotta
try
You keep right on a-grabbing until the day you
die
Life’s a big gamble, you have to work on yet
It’s a big card shuffle, you gave what you could
get
You get your joy, you get to have your blows,
And where she stops, nobody knows
And so it goes...and so it goes...

I could tell you scary stories; I could tell you
some lies
It’ll take much more than that for me to open
your eyes
So go anywhere you want to; do whatever you
choose
And only lady luck determines if you win or you
lose...

Oh faith in my friend and faith in my brother
And faith in my life, I don’t know no other
You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane
You get a little pleasure and you get a little
pain
You grab the brass ring, you know you’ve gotta
try
You keep right on a-grabbing until the day you
die
Life’s a big gamble, you have to work on yet
It’s a big card shuffle, you gave what you could
get
You get your joy, you get to have your blows,
And where she stops, nobody knows
And so it goes...and so it goes...

(spoken)
"do you know what I love about having this
microphone in front of my face where I’ve got
this groove going on behind me all solid and
smooth? well, I’ll tell you. through the miracle
of rock and roll, I can say absolutely anything,
anything at all that will make some kind of sense
in some poetic way to somebody, somehow,
somewhere. observe closely...hark! what light
through yon window breaks? kids who live in glass
houses should learn to draw rakes. them that takes
cakes that the parsee man bakes makes dreadful
mistakes. and those that think we can’t do
chicago are big lousy fakes."

"i don’t have to explain it; I just gotta
make it up...oh, I guess I should play
now."

"how is everybody feeling? you know, we’re
feeling so good, we’re gonna hit it for you one
time (1 hit). ho! ho! ho! ha! eh! we feel so
good, we’re gonna hit it for you seven times (7
hits). this isn’t something you get every day,
this is interdimensional, cross-rip timekeeping.
okay...this has never been done before...we’re
gonna hit it for you 13 times in honor of friday
the 13th. (13 hits) that felt pretty good! you
know, I’m afraid we’re going to have to hit it
for you 67 times. (67
Hits)"

"okay...all right now...you guys have been
such a wonderful audience...we’d be terribly
remiss if we didn’t teach you a little
something...the incredible masculine and feminine
dance of awesome and articulate power...the dance
that wowed them in nigeria in the early
1800’s...a dance that wowed them in the beaches
of the usa in 1965...that’s right, I’m talking
about the one, the only, wobbling surfer. now, in
order to demonstrate this dance of incredible
awesome power, you need a lot of people; you need
a line, as a matter of fact. this has been a dance
that has been banned from most line-dancing
establishments, most of your country/western
line-dancing establishments have not had this
dance in their bar because it causes nudity and
profane language. but to demonstrate this dance,
we’re going to use the world famous blues
traveler stage crew. stage crew, please report,
in uniform! ladies and gentlemen, the virile and
masculine, blues traveler stage crew...this one
particularly sca
Ry-looking. all right...now wh
At you’ve got to do is you gotta stand
sideways...picture yourself on a
surfboard...knees slightly bent...arms out at a
comfortable distance from the rest of your body,
while your torso remains attached to your head,
using the eyebrows to support the lower lumbar
signal angle of your forehead, try and imagine
yourself on a surfboard, and you’re deep, deep,
deep in the mediterranean ocean, and there’s
libyan terrorists on the left of you, sharks on
the right of you, and you have to wobble, wobble,
wobble your way to a safer, trimmer you. now I’d
like to point out that several doctors had to
operate on my leg to make it safe for me to do
the wobbling surfer. but never before has this
been attempted...this jump could very well kill
all the people onstage - we don’t know because
there’s petroleum-based alloys in my leg that
could possibly explode into a ball of fire! but
we’re going to try it for you this one time;
we’re going to try it for you now, we’re gonna do
it, and we don’t know ho
W - ladies and gentlemen,
The wobbling surfer, for you, presented for your
viewing pleasure...1, 2, 1, 2, 3, surf! go for
the jump!"

Oh faith in my friend and faith in my brother
And faith in my life, I don’t know no other
You try to stay happy, you try to stay sane
You get a little pleasure and you get a little
pain
You grab the brass ring, you know you’ve gotta
try
You keep right on a-grabbing until the day you
die
Life’s a big gamble, you have to work on yet
It’s a big card shuffle, you gave what you could
get
You get your joy, you get to have your blows,
And where she stops, nobody knows
And so it goes...and so it goes...

"if only my aunt sylvia could see me
now..."