All Things Must Pass

I know you're sad sweetheart, but it will pass,
And I'm on my own dark path and so must go.

She was dear to you, although not near,
So you cannot be blamed for feeling low.

And if I could fix it, then damn I would,
But I'm less than just a man to be of aid,
And even less than usual, I'm afraid.
One day you'll thank the lord I didn't stay.

What can I say more than that every day,
That the world, it is unfair and will not change,

Learn from me, bury it all down 'neath,
It's unhealthy but it sure keeps out the pain,
And stops you feeling anyone's to blame.
'Cause that just leads to disappointment all your days.

But I'm pretty sure that everything will pass,
Over to that always greener grass.

Sinks into the glass' empty half,
Sinks into the glass' empty