That wheel of fortune went spinning round. High, high hopes went crashing down. We were all locked up, free to go. I guess it goes to show you never know.
You never know, You never know, You never know, You never know, You never know, You never know, I guess it goes to show you never know.
Cold hard facts, nothing stuck. They were shooting fish in a pickup truck. But it the end, it was all a show. And I guess it goes to show you never know.
You never know, You never know, You never know, You never know, You never know, You never know, I guess it goes to show you never know.
Now here we are, sitting pretty. High on a hill over redwood city. From little seeds, big plants will grow. Like pulling a rabbit from a hat. Big home run you're last at bat. We're counting blessings, taking it slow. And I guess it goes to show you never know.
You never know, You never know, You never know, You never know, You never know, You never know, I guess it goes to show, I guess it goes to show, I guess it goes to show you never know.
Artist: Crosby Stills Nash
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