Текст: Norah Jones. The Story.

I don't know how to begin
'Cause the story has been told before
I will sing along I suppose
I guess it's just how it goes

And now those springs in the air
I don't go down anywhere
I guess it's just how it goes
The stories have all been told before

But if you don't try
The light won't hit your eye
And the moon won't rise
You fall inside

But if you don't try
The light won't hit your eye
And the moon won't rise
You fall inside

I don't know how it will end
With all those records playin'
I guess it's just how it goes
The stories all have been told before

I guess it's just how it goes
The stories have all been told before
I guess it's just how it goes