Fountains of Wayne - Song of the passaic

^GThe rivers run and none shall ^Bbknow ^FHow long their waters yet may ^Cflow ^EbWe read the record of the ^Bbpast ^FWhile time withholds the future ^Ccast ^GYet in their flowing to the ^Bbsea ^FThe rivers fill their des^Ctiny ^EbAnd to the measure of their ^Bblays ^C#Run on and on through endless ^Fdays

^EbAnd in the rise, The light and glow ^BbOf grand old rivers in their flow ^FFrom distant hills through dales and ^Clea ^EbThe fair ^Fpassaic seeks the ^Csea ^EbThe fair ^Fpassaic seeks the ^Gsea

^GAnd overhead in arch of ^Bbstone ^FThere flows a tide so slow and ^Cprone ^EbTo will of men whose genius ^Bbplanned ^FA waterway that runs through ^Cland ^GUntil its slow and lazy ^Bbtide ^FO'erflows its banks on either ^Cside

^EbAnd vaste expanse of wasteland ^Bbfills ^C#With ooze of water at its ^Fwilt

^EbAnd in the rise, The light and glow ^BbOf grand old rivers in their flow ^FFrom distant hills through dales and ^Clea

^EbThe fair ^Fpassaic seeks the ^Csea ^EbThe fair ^Fpassaic seeks the ^Gsea