C Am
A dog eared Dispirin in your handbag
A gathering of crumbs and twenty fags
I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins
I'm sure you noticed but didn't much mind
G Am
Oh
And so it goes, oh
C Am
Here I am in the condiment aisle
I'm worried about my basil from Israel and New World wine
I need to lose these poses reset my charms
To when I left the factory in your arms
G Am
Singing oh, oh
And so it goes
Am C G
The words on the page start to swim
As light catches your face, you're smiling
This must be what all the fuss is about
C Am
You're trying to talk to me all grateful and smiles
I'm glued to the TV giving one word replies
It's small and shameful, it's a poor show
Beat myself up on the way home and go crying to my girl
G Am
And so it goes
Yeah, so it goes
Yeah, so it goes