another day another dao

the song that passes is not the true song
the road we tread on is not the true road
the right we think we do turns into wrong

we pass through life and then we pass along
we test each pattern and approve each mode
the song that passes is not the true song

we seek to hide ourselves in the great throng
but be distinguished by our worthy load
the right we think we do turns into wrong

the tree that loses leaves can still stand strong
the wind that shakes its branches is a code
the song that passes is not the true song

the energy that fills us as we stand among
our friends does not vanish when it has snowed
the right we think we do turns into wrong

we sound the trumpets and we beat the gong
the past into the future now has flowed
the song that passes is not the true song
the right we think we do turns into wrong