It’s a line from the Eagles 1975 classic hit, Tequila Sunrise: “The days go by.”
And they do. Whether you like it or not, whether you are waiting for (or enduring) a tequila sunrise on a beach in Acapulco, or working in a coal mine in Eastern Kentucky, or trading stocks on Wall Street, or writing songs in Nashville — the days go by. Like wet sand slipping through our fingers, the days go by.