The clock keeps moving

[Intro, rhythmic accompaniment of Fender guitar and round, fat bass guitar] Verse 1 I chased the sun, I chased the rain, Both left me with a smile and pain. A pocket full, a pocket bare, Life never asks if it's fair. The rich man sleeps, the poor man too, The moon shines down on me and you. The road is long, the map is thin, Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win. Chorus Oh, life rolls on like an old freight train, Through joy and love, through dust and rain. Hold what you can, let some things go, The wisest hearts don't claim to know. Verse 2 A young man runs to catch his dream, An old man knows things aren't what they seem. Gold can glitter, lies can shine, Truth takes time like aging wine. Some friends stay close, some drift away, Like autumn leaves on a windy day. The clock keeps moving, day by day, It never stops along the way. Chorus Oh, life rolls on like an old freight train, Through joy and love, through dust and rain. Hold what you can, let some things go, The wisest hearts don't claim to know. [Impressive guitar solo bridge] Love is a fire, warm and bright, Then sometimes fades into the night. Still every scar, every tear, Leaves a little wisdom here. So, raise your glass to loss and gain, To sunny skies and storms again. We're all just travelers passing through, Learning old truths that feel brand new. Chorus Oh, life rolls on like an old freight train, Through joy and love, through dust and rain. Hold what you can, let some things go, The wisest hearts don't claim to know. Oh, life rolls on, soft and slow, Teaching more than we'll ever know.