Passing Through

If you sit at the table for long enough

You'll get every card that's possible

And it makes you remember, you cannot choose

Who you hold onto and who you lose

Passing through

Passing through

Maybe we're all just

Passing through here

I can't talk to angels, there is no God

Nothing to hold onto, once it's lost

But I talk to you Mother, you're in my dreams

And the faces of my children, these melodies

Passing through

Passing through

Maybe we're all just

Passing through here