I'm dreaming of the desert Where my family made their home And the place I put behind me that was made of blood & bone Now I'm the daughter of a widow with her daddy's crooked nose It aint an inquisition It's just the way it goes Once you loved a singer She was beautiful like art With a face and mouth and eyes all full of California stars She would pick her clementine's from trees out in the yard Then she'd make you jam and honeyed ham and strum of her guitar It's the ticking of a kitchen clock That brings a new day through To the screaming of a teapot that isn't made for two It's the knowledge that your loneliness is something that you chose Well it ain't divine ambition It's just the way it goes I'm dreaming of the desert How the wind does move the sand And the ground is always shifting And the days don't ever end How you feel the death of one thing as another one begins It's just the way it goes, nobody loses, no one wins It's the photo frames of babies, now adults who go to work It's the fellow that I loved before I knew how it could hurt It's my grandpa on his birthday in that 90 candle glow It ain't a game of fault It's just the way it goes It ain't a game of fault It's just the way it goes