Or so it goes

Or so it goes
Of trains and crashes
And fires and ashes
Can't seem to find

A you I like
A morning light
That's quite sincere
With were we are

And you and I
And raining blight
And you and your smile
And me and my skies

Yet here we find
A living scene
Of two of a kind
Of two of a kin

And you and I
And raining blight
And you and you're sad
And me and I write

I wrote it out
I wrote you out