With Every Passing Day Lyrics
Marc Douglas Berardo With Every Passing Day
How long can you run trying to outrace the setting sun?
How long can you roll before you have to pay the toll?
Chorus
The body breaks and is slow to respond
The mind is half full and then it's half gone
The hair on your head turns to gray
With every passing day, little by little every passing day
Time is a currency you can’t save crashing on the beach like so many waves
The body is a shell of wires and bones slowly broken up by sticks and stones
Chorus
Each moment comes and then it's gone
Out into the great beyond
The hair on your head turns to gray
With every passing day, little by little every passing day
Bridge
I've heard it said that “nothing last/ everything now will surely be past”
Bobby says “you better get busy being born”
Dinah says “Blow your horn”
Everything that matters maters now, everything is changing
The moon is jumping over the cow
Twenty four hours on the clock
Somewhere in the cradle the baby will rock
Chorus
Mother and child in a beautiful bond
The child grows up and then is gone
The hair on your head turns to gray
With every passing day, little by little every passing day
How long can you roll before you have to pay the toll?
Chorus
The body breaks and is slow to respond
The mind is half full and then it's half gone
The hair on your head turns to gray
With every passing day, little by little every passing day
Time is a currency you can’t save crashing on the beach like so many waves
The body is a shell of wires and bones slowly broken up by sticks and stones
Chorus
Each moment comes and then it's gone
Out into the great beyond
The hair on your head turns to gray
With every passing day, little by little every passing day
Bridge
I've heard it said that “nothing last/ everything now will surely be past”
Bobby says “you better get busy being born”
Dinah says “Blow your horn”
Everything that matters maters now, everything is changing
The moon is jumping over the cow
Twenty four hours on the clock
Somewhere in the cradle the baby will rock
Chorus
Mother and child in a beautiful bond
The child grows up and then is gone
The hair on your head turns to gray
With every passing day, little by little every passing day
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