Dan Fogelberg - In The Pa**age lyrics

there's a ring around the moon Tonight And a chill in the air And a fire in the stars that Hang -- so near; So near. There's a sound in the wind that Blows Through the wild mountain holds Like the sighs of a thousand crying Souls; Crying souls -- There's a time when the traveller Is fated to find That insight has turned his gaze Behind -- behind And the steps taken yesterday Will beckon again And lead to his weary journey's End -- journey's end. And in the pa**age From the cradle to the grave We are born, madly dancing Rushing headlong through the Crashing of the days We run on and on Without a backwards glance We run on and on Without a backwards glance. But i cast my fate with the Wife of lot I turned my gaze around Knowing neither what was sought Nor what was to be found Heeding weakness, feeding Strength Life at length is frail I seek again the river's source Through time's dark shadowed veil. In the fast fading century as we spin through the years I pray that our failing vision Clears -- our vision clears. And in the pa**age From the cradle to the grave We are born, madly dancing Rushing headlong through the Crashing of the days We run on and on Without a backwards glance We run on and on Without a backwards glance. The places dash and the faces Dart Like fishes in a dream Hiding 'neath the murky banks Of long forgotten streams The lines of life are never long When seen from end to end The future's never coming And the past has never been. There's a ring around the moon Tonight And a chill in the air And a fire in the stars that Hang -- so near; So near.