Pass It Along

Somewhere in the back bar by the side of a motorway

Someone takes a breath and takes the stage, then starts to play

In the back of a thousand bars and by the side of a thousand roads

Worn wood, rusted bronze and honest toil explode.

They cast long shadows in the evening sun

But when the morning comes they’ve moved along

They cast long shadows in the evening sun

But when the morning comes they’ve moved along

Hey hey Mr. Dylan I have written you a song

About the river of new singers that still rolls along.

So here’s to Ragan, here’s to Marwood,

Here’s to Tim and Jonah too

Here’s to the ones who have to take the stage and sing the truth.

They cast long shadows in the evening sun

But when the morning comes they’ve moved along

They cast long shadows in the evening sun

But when the morning comes they’ve moved along

Sing till you sweat for the spirit of the age,

Sing life to lines that are dead on the page,

Sing for your sorrow, your wisdom, your rage, sing out.

Sing for the records you played till they broke,

For the parts where you insisted that nobody spoke

Sing for the words that you know but they still make you choke

Sing out.

Cast a long shadows in the evening sun

And when the morning comes, pass it along

Cast a long shadows in the evening sun

But when the morning comes, pass it along

Cast a long shadows in the evening sun

And when the morning comes, pass it along

Cast a long shadows in the evening sun

And when the morning comes, pass it along