(Sullivan/M Dean) 2019
I was in a hurry, I hit the road young
I wasn’t going anywhere, I just had to run
I said I am certain in what I know
I thought the branches waving made the wind blow
I built a castle from stones that I found along the way
From the walls my colours flew
I screamed out ‘what I’ve made is mine’ but it wasn’t really true
I’m only passing through
We’re in a quiet nighttime café on the roads heading east
We are rich man, poor man, beggar-man, thief
Over in the corner the machines play themselves
Outside is empty all fogbound roads
The woman serving coffee has a tired-out smile and a kid back at home
All these decisions we make along the way
We just fall into – we’re passing through
By moonlit pools we fashioned ourselves from pieces of bone
We climbed high in the mountains and carved our names deep in the stone
It will all be gone, weathered away – back to where we came from
There’s nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Look up to the sky, look up to the heavens
It’s easy to imagine that that’s where we’re heading
I was in a hurry, I hit the road young
I wasn’t going anywhere, I just had to run
I said I am certain in what I know
I thought the branches waving made the wind blow
And I grasped at it all like a child, something to hold on to
Once I believed that the waves move the water, now I know it isn’t true
They’re passing through
And so what happens made a mockery of everything you thought you knew
The children that were a part of you, they were only passing through
Winds change will direction, grace and light will again shine on you
It will be over soon
It will be over soon
Published by PRS/MCPS
