Moving

Old man broke down on the side of the road

Stop and see if maybe I can lighten his load

He opened the door and he thanked me in kind

Told me the words that would open my mind

(He said)

Don’t worry about gasoline

We’re moving

Don’t worry about the tv screen

We’re moving

Don’t worry about the bombs that fall

We’re moving

Don’t worry about nothing at all

There’s a man in the alley just a’singing the blues

Telling everybody that they’re born to lose

Well one day he’ll wake up and see the sun

See that everyday we’re breathing is a day we’ve won

There’s times the lines get hard to see

And there’s days the haze takes over me

But in the end you’re gonna grit your teeth

And keep moving

Well the world will keep turning when I’m dead and gone

I’ll see you again and it won’t be too long

Maybe we’ll meet in a place where there ain’t no pain

Until that day my song remains