Times Passing By - Françoise Hardy

The days and weeks just pass me by

And just like you I let them fly

Time’s growing tired, I’m growing old

Time’s passing by, or so I’m told

Those days when you are feeling low

Nowhere to run, nowhere to go

Nights without love, no-one to hold

Time’s passing by, or so I’m told

But if someone would take my hand

Perhaps they’d make me understand

Someone would come like in a dream

To show me what I’ve never seen

To teach what I’ve never known

And tell me what a day can mean

But no-one comes to change the scene

My body’s tired, I’m feeling cold

The nights grow long, the day is old

Time’s passing by, or so I’m told