The Passing of Time

Описание: Carved their names in the willow tree
A long, long time ago.
Turning the pages of history,
Learning how to let it go.
Through the years the tree continues to grow.
Comes the time down the line, the words no longer show.

Everyone came to the stadium.
They were all players in the game.
On the field digging for uranium,
Out in the pouring rain.
You cannot do in millions separate to one.
But we can do it all together, one body under the sun.
Even though stars may collide.
Like it or not, we’re all along for the ride.
Come the day when the sun refuses to shine.
We are still tra ve ling through the passing of time.

Don’t get me wrong, it can be so hard
Just to make it through the day.
Someone stole all your credits cards;
You feel like you lost your way.
Out in the woods there’s a gypsy calling you name.
If you answer, your life will never, never be the same.

One man is carving a crucifix,
Another one is burning a cross.
Everyone has their own bag of tricks,
To do without what they have lost.
Take me to the river and hold, hold me down.
I will keep my breath until I reach higher ground.
Are you an angel coming back to haunt me?
Thought I heard that you were still alive.
Is there anything that you wish to tell me?
Make it something special, to help keep us both alive.

We are just here for the passing,
Taking a journey beyond the sun.
There-is-a-train we will be catching.
We are all on our way, on our way back home.