by David Crosby

Four of us were having dinner

And I threw down the paper with a curse

And my wife said, Complaining doesn't get it

You got to do something or you can bet it

Will get worse.

And my friend said, You've been watching

TV too much: and all that hippie hopefulness

Is just a crutch.

But if thinkin' that way helps you

To make it through the night

Then who am I to say what's wrong and right.

But I think, we're passing

Through here kind of fast

Did you think these tracks

In the dust would last.

So you think we should just sit here

And have another glass of wine

While the world goes to hell, which you know damn
well

It's going to do just down the line.

And his lady said, I don't know

how can you be so sure, I mean

Some things seem to get better

You know the hero still saves the

Damsel in distress, the

Villain doesn't get her

And I said, where have you been living

I mean they're selling death in the streets.

Cheap.

And the lying politicians are rolling

in the profits they reap.

And he said, He's right honey

But I think it's always been that way.

And he smiled kind of patiently,

and I knew he was going to say:

I think, we're passing

Through here kind of fast

Did you think these tracks

In the dust would last.

I think, we're passing

Through here kind of fast

Did you think these tracks

In the dust would last.

I think, we're passing

Through here kind of fast

(c) 1988 Stay Straight Music (BMI)

Guitar: David Crosby

Guitar: Michael Hedges

Additional Vocals: Graham Nash, Michael Hedges