Every Passing Day - Ron Sexsmith

And up above me it’s the same old sky

Be it blue or be it gray

And more do I wonder

What goes on behind

With every passing day, yeah

The voice of reason is seldom heard

But fear and ignorance have their say

Need more than ever to hear a kind word

With every passing day, yeah

Every passing day, oh yeah

But the more I see

The more I feel

The more I need

To know for sure what is real

Every passing day

And the more I see

The more I feel

The more I need

To know for sure what is real

What is real, well

From the pavement flowers grow

From the shadows children play

I’m feeling stronger in my heart I know

With every passing day, yeah

Every passing day, well, every passing day