So It Goes
Lyrics by Fran Landesman
I ask if you love me
And are you fond of me
That goes without saying
You always say
You simply amaze me
Whenever you praise me
‘Cause you’re just not playing
The game that way
I wish you’d say something
Just any old dumb thing
Inferring you fancy
My art or my toes
There’s no way of knowing
Just what keeps it going
It goes without saying
But still it goes
from
"Is it Over Crowded in Heaven?"
by Fran Landesman
First published in 1981 by Jay Landesman Limited
© Fran Landesman 1981