Wooden porches on rundown houses  Mildewed sofas and grown-up yards  Driving past them I am reminded  Of where we come from and where we are  We are only passing through  Like it's all we have to do  And for all it means to me and you  We are only passing through  Up on Wall Street, they shape the curve (or curb)  By what we have and what we deserve  And I don't buy it and they don't care  I can't say which of us is most aware  We are only passing through  Like it's all we have to do  And for all it means to me and you  We are only passing through  Worse case scenario the world just keeps on turning  Best case scenario pretty much the same  And all that seems to matter  Is the scramble for the credit  And the blame  Big old houses and tall white columns  Iron gates to keep what's bad outside  Driving past 'em I am reminded  The price we pay just to enjoy the drive  We are only passing through  Like it's all we have to do  And for all it means to me and you  We are only passing through    INSTRUMENTAL BREAK    We are only passing through  Like it's all we have to do  And for all it means to me and you  We are only passing through  We are only passing through  We are only passing through  We are only passing through