Passing Through

Bruce Hornsby

Train rolls by about 3 a.m.
Wakes me from a fitful sleep
Got the urge to jump on board
I believe Iím in a little too deep
Walk the train station
Walking through the park
Looking out for something
Still in the dark
One day youíll see something
Oh, with a familiar ring
Itíll be just me moving through
On the way to something

Itís your life, itís your world
Itís your world, and Iím just passing through
Itís your life, itís your world
Your life, and Iím just passing through

Tired and confused, yes I am
Donít see much in the future for me
Iím a vagabond and a drifter
Not so hard to be
Walking down the highway
Walking through the park
Looking out for something
Still in the dark
Donít know what to say when I see you smile
So I guess Iíll turn my head and go
On the way to another mile

Itís your life, itís your world
Itís your world, and Iím just passing through
Itís your life, itís your world
Your life, and Iím just passing through

Walking down the highway
Walking through the park
Looking out for something
Still in the dark
Want faith in something
So hard to believe
Maybe one night soon
Maybe you could make me see

Itís your life, itís your world
Itís your world, and Iím just passing through
Itís your life, itís your world
Your life, and Iím just passing through
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