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

worn wood

rusted bronze and honest 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

about the river of new singers that still rolls along. so here's to ragan

here's to marwood

here's to tim and jonah too

here's to the ones who have to take the stage and sing the truth. 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 till 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 till they broke

for the parts where you insisted that nobody spoke

sing for the words that you know but they still make you choke

sing out. 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