You know the wind’ll keep on blowing, the moon will rise each night.
And the sun up there, it’s always gonna shine.
The waves are gonna crash upon the shore, the moths head toward light,
The ivy on the wall is gonna climb. And so, my friend, the passing of the time.

A friend of mine was certain he had found the secret chord.
But every time he played it, it went flat.
But he would not stop trying, play it time and time again.
Then one day he called me for a chat.
He said, “Scott, I can’t keep trying, it’s getting mighty late,
Doncha know I gotta make those dimes.
And I was hoping maybe you could try it on your own.
And help me tame the passing of the time.

You know the wind’ll keep on blowing, the moon will rise each night.
And the sun up there, it’s always gonna shine.
The waves are gonna crash upon the shore, the moths head toward light,
The ivy on the wall is gonna climb. And so, my friend, the passing of the time.

Another friend convinced himself that he knew how to fly.
And he made some wings of promises and hope.
And every time he fell to earth, he’d get back up again’
Certain that he’d found the means to float. 
He said, “Scott, I keep on falling, and the ground is so damned hard,
I hope you can teach me how to climb.
I said, “Friend, I have no answers, I, too, have been scarred, 
By the unrelenting passing of the time. 

You know the wind’ll keep on blowing, the moon will rise each night.
And the sun up there, it’s always gonna shine.
The waves are gonna crash upon the shore, the moths head toward light,
The ivy on the wall is gonna climb. And so, my friend, the passing of the time.


Passing of the Time

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Passing of the Time

Scott Orr