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