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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 knew but they still made 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