I took a walk in the Texas rain
down Brentfield lane
just to see what I could find.
Memories flood like a crowded train
where the tracks remain
but the people change
They said
"Oh, my, gotta keep movin' on.
Oh, my my, gotta keep movin' on.
Oh, my, gotta keep movin'
we gotta keep movin'
gotta keep movin' on."
On Fifth and Main there's a big parade
where the children play;
take their youth for granted.
The people pa**, and the very last
stood on stilts with their stove-top hats
They sang
"Oh, my, gotta keep movin' on.
Oh, my my, gotta keep movin' on.
Oh, my, gotta keep movin'
we gotta keep movin'
gotta keep movin' on."
Why not take me?
You could save me.
Why not take me?
What is this that makes us feel alone?
What is this that makes us feel alone?
What is this that makes us feel alone?
You could save me.
I begin to run through the Texas rain.
Try to catch that train
but I can't forget you.
I'm too old for a slow parade.
I think it's time to go my own way.
Oh, my, gotta keep movin' on.
Oh, my my, gotta keep movin' on.
Oh, my, gotta keep movin'
gotta keep movin'
gotta keep movin' on.
Oh, my, gotta keep movin' on.
Oh, my my, gotta keep movin' on.
Oh, my, gotta keep movin'
gotta keep movin'
gotta keep movin' on.