Wooden porches on rundown houses
Mildewed sofas and grown-up yards
Driving past them I am reminded
Of where we come from and where we are
We are only passing through
Like its all we have to do
And for all it means to me and you
We are only passing through
Up on Wall Street, they shape the curve or curb
By what we have and what we deserve
And I dont buy it and they dont care
I cant say which of us is most aware
We are only passing through
Like its all we have to do
And for all it means to me and you
We are only passing through
Worse case scenario the world just keeps on turning
Best case scenario pretty much the same
And all that seems to matter
Is the scramble for the credit
And the blame
Big old houses and tall white columns
Iron gates to keep whats bad outside
Driving past em I am reminded
The price we pay just to enjoy the drive
We are only passing through
Like its all we have to do
And for all it means to me and you
We are only passing through
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We are only passing through
Like its all we have to do
And for all it means to me and you
We are only passing through
We are only passing through
We are only passing through
We are only passing through