Somewhere in the back bar by the side of a motorway 
Someone takes a breath and takes the stage, then starts to play 
In the back of a thousand bars and by the side of a thousand roads 
Worn wood, rusted bronze and honest toil explode. 
They cast long shadows in the evening sun 
But when the morning comes they've moved along 
They cast long shadows in the evening sun 
But when the morning comes they've moved along 
Hey hey Mr. 
Dylan I have written you a song 
About the river of new singers that still rolls along. 
So here's to 
Ragan, here's to 
Marwood, Here's to 
Tim and Jonah too 
Here's to the ones who have to take the stage and sing the truth. 
They cast long shadows in the evening sun 
But when the morning comes they've moved along 
They cast long shadows in the evening sun 
But when the morning comes they've moved along 
Sing till you sweat for the spirit of the age, 
Sing life to lines that are dead on the page, 
Sing for your sorrow, your wisdom, your rage, sing out. 
Sing for the records you played till they broke, 
For the parts where you insisted that nobody spoke 
Sing for the words that you know but they still make you choke 
Sing out. 
Cast a long shadows in the evening sun 
And when the morning comes, pass it along 
Cast a long shadows in the evening sun 
But when the morning comes, pass it along 
Cast a long shadows in the evening sun 
And when the morning comes, pass it along 
Cast a long shadows in the evening sun 
And when the morning comes, pass it along