Just Passing - Original - Small Faces

This feeling of spring

Like the wing of a bird that is flying

The nights they go cold as my mind does go old

And I’m looked at, inspected, hated, accepted

The wise men they wrangle

Their minds look for angles and meaning

(Meaning)

But the ceiling is light as I glide

Through the night and I’m leaving

Living, being, mmm, mmm, mmm