Frank Turner 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
One word, rusted bones and on is 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
For the river of the singers that still rolls along
So here's to Ragan, and here Marwood
Here's to Tim and Jonah too
Here's to the ones who have to take the stage and sing the tune
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 'til 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 'til they broke
For the parts you insisted that nobody spoke
Sing for the words that you knew, but they still made you choke
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
