T: Jean Ferrat ET: Chris Adler M: Jean Ferrat	Time passed her by	jaar: 1983
	You're married when you're twenty soon you're busy with three kids, time goes by. You quickly find out there's no time to laugh there 's not even time to cry. Between the dishes and the floors your life belongs to all your chores and when an earthquake hits the streets you'll be ironing some sheets. The coffee boils, the kids are playing and your husband's in his chair protected by the New York Times, the years are fading into air. You send the kids to school today you watch them grow and move away. Why must the sands of time pour down, the photo of your youth turns brown. Yes, she's alive, but is she living? Would you be strong enough to try to live her life and never cry, day in -day out, time passed her by. And Sunday is the day you press his three-piece-suits, at night you stop, some flowers in the vase They look so lovely till they drop. You spend a lifetime on the go and where you're going you don 't know you travel kitchens, bedrooms, halls a lifelong trip between four walls. Yes, she's alive but is she living? Would you be strong enough to try to live her life and never cry day in -day out, yes, she's alive but is she living? Would you be strong enough to try to live her live and never cry day in -day out, time passed her by. Time passed her by ... verschenen op: On Broadway (1983)