All Things Must Pass
I know you're sad, sweetheart,
but it will pass,
and I am on my own dark path
and so must go.
She was dear to you all,
though not near,
so you cannot be blamed
for feeling low.
And if I could fix it, then damn I would,
but I'm less than just a man to be of aid.
And even less than usual, I'm afraid.
One day you'll thank the lord
I didn't stay.
What can I more than that every day
that the world, it is unfair
and will not change?
Learn from me, bury it all down 'neath,
It's unhealthy but it sure keeps out the pain,
And stops you from feeling
anyone's to blame.
'Cause that just leads
to disappointment all your days.
But I'm pretty sure that everything will pass,
over to that always greener grass.
Sinks into the glass' empty half,
Sinks into the glass' empty
