This Way
Da da da da da da da
Ya ya ya oh Broadway
Have no idea what I am singing
Just a tune I heard
Do you ever know what you are singing?
Just came out of you, right?
Why don't we know what we are singing?
'Cause we don't even know what we are doing
It just came - left and right
Front and back
Things just fall into places
Without we are doing it
Hmm why is that?
How can it be so good
without even us trying?
Who knows and who cares?
Count our blessings
Do we ever count our blessings?
We take it for granted
Think that it will just come
Yeah it will just come
Like a river - it will just come
So what are we to do about it?
Do?
Say what?
How are we to know?
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