Passing Through

I used to think it was all about me
the passage of years taught me it's not true
Oh, we all play our parts in the story
but we are only passing through

The family grows larger and larger
And extends out, even more, with friends
I begin to understand, to regret
I'll never know how the story ends

The story always shifts and changes
as we draw in each moment's breath
Heroes and villains, both tragic and comic,
until the final mercy, death

It's not about me, it's not about you
Sadly, we are only passing through.