Passing Me By

I watch you smoke your last cigarette

Laying down in the dying gold pines

All the bodies are heading back South

And we’ll watch the fields of night

The dust it falls on the shrines of flowers

The wooden palms, they hold all the hours

And we’re both dressed in white and walking the same

We’re slaying the essays of love and feeling no pain

And I feel it passing me by

The silent worlds will get brought down

The soft collapse of the lakes out back

We’re still walking and we’re all dressed in white

There is a gatepost by the fields you pass at night

And I feel it passing me by

And I feel it passing me by

There is a gilded woman

She stands by the edge

There is a forlorn bird that rises

And we ride through the hills

And I feel it all passing me by

And I feel it all passing me by

And I feel that it’s passing me by