The way it's supposed to be
by Steven Clotzman

Tell me I’m that I’m crazy or tell me I’m OK
I’ve lived and dreamed on both side of that fence
Happiness can take you through the strangest little games
Like sorting through our past and present tense
But everyone who’s anyone can be right half the time
Toss a coin and you’ll see what I mean
But I’m not much for gambling when it comes to peace of mind
I guess that’s just the way it’s supposed to be

Driving down the freeway, the radio’s so tired
They’re talking about the weather yesterday
And nobody can tell me that time doesn’t curb desire
Though I wouldn’t have it any other way
Sitting there beside you under LA’s open sky
Glancing up at times if just to see
And sure the sun is blinding if you look it in the eye
But I guess that just the way it’s supposed to be

I guess that just the way . . .
I guess that just the way . . .
I guess that just the way it’s supposed to be

Sometimes I can feel so damn lucky
And sometimes I get lost in my own head
And sometimes late at night when I hold you in my arms
I can’t believe the things I used to dread

An old friend called up yesterday, he asked me how I’ve been
And we talked about the war for quite a while
‘Cause there’s two things you can count on: the sorry state the world’s in
And the way I feel (when I—to) think about your smile
And in a world of better places and everlasting joy
It would be the same for you and me
And if at times the simplest pleasures can confuse a foolish boy
I guess that just way it’s supposed to be

And if at times these foolish pleasures confuse this simple boy
I guess that just way it’s supposed to be

I guess that just the way . . .
I guess that just the way . . .
I guess that just the way it’s supposed to be.


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