Greg Brown Things Go On
The traveler meets many people
And they are kind to him
For they know he will soon be gone
Unlike family and friends
Things go on We do too
One day it's me Next day it's you
One song leads to another
One kiss leads to more kisses
One angry word leads to World War III
Can you tell me why this is?
Everything we know is leaving
Like a train or a plane or a bus
The old old people are dying
And the new old people are just like us
