We are products of our environment
Which includes the universe
If anybody gives you an argument
Tell them it could be worse

That’s the way it goes, as the wind blows
And it shows that nobody knows

Soap suds and caged up birds
Television’s psychotic mind
Meaning drifts away from words
As the love is left behind

That’s the way it goes, as the wind blows
And it shows that nobody knows

There is no more good poetry
Except for lyrics on the juke box
No one is ever totally free
We all have to put on our socks

That’s the way it goes, as the wind blows
And it shows that nobody knows

Surrounded by all the robots today
Eventually this world will expire
Meanwhile I know just what to say
If there’s a job in heaven I’m for hire

That’s the way it goes, as the wind blows
And it shows that nobody knows