The Way It Will Be

I lost you awhile ago but still I don't know why

I can't say your name without a crow flying by

I got to watch my back now that you turned me around

Got me walking backwards into my hometown

Throw me a rope on the rolling tide

What did you want it to be?

You said it's him or me

The way you made it, that's the way it will be

It was seven years on the burning shore

With Gatling guns and paint

Working the lowlands door-to-door

Like a Latter Day Saint

Then you turn me out at the top of the stairs

You took all the glory that you just couldn't share

I've never been so disabused, I've never been so mad

I've never been served anything that tasted so bad

You might need a friend any day now, any day

Oh, my brother, be careful, you are drifting away

Throw me a rope on the rolling tide

What did you want it to be?

You said it's him or me

The way you made it, that's the way it will be

The way you made it, that's the way it will be