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Time Is Passing Us By

Joan Baez

The moon is low on the southland,
The frogs are asleep on the lake.
Did you know that tears run in rivulets
And hearts can repeatedly break?

And this may well be the last time
If my spirits don't pick up and fly
For though it's sad, it may well be true
That our time is passing us by.

Occasionally you have called for me
I've always tried to be there.
But it seemed whenever my train pulled in
You never did really care.

And the only thing I could decipher
From the corner of your roving eye,
Was that you and I were the first ones to know
That our time was passing us by.

Well, it was fun for the first few years,
Playing Legend In Our Time.
And there were those who discussed the fact
That we drifted apart in our prime.

And we haven't got too much in common
Except that we're so much alike,
And I hate it for though you're a big part of me
But our time is passing us by.

So I can sit here in my silver chair
You can stay there on your gold.
You can say you've got commitments
And I can say I'm growing old.

And I can get up and make comments
On the color of the evening sky
But our ships have come home and the night's rolling in
And our time is passing us by.

But cast us adrift and cross a few stars,
And I'm good for one more try.

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