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 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 Bridge: 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