The way it goes.

[Blue Fish]

A melted candle

A mossy grave

A door with no handle

Theres no love to save

A blind man in traffic

A dog with no bone

The tears run thick

Something’s missing, I'm not alone

There once was a candle

There once was a life

The door had a handle

They all met with strife

Why was the blind man in traffic?

Did the dog ever have a bone, who knows?

I know that loves course is one we can't pick

But as everyone says, "That’s the way it goes"