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 pass, 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.

Five places One twice the size of Texas In the middle of the drink Circling in it's current Each our own resistance But all in the same direction There's plaque at the axis I would've been content to sit at the rim But I paddle and pant like a dog Away from what I think is the middle The middle has no bone But it's strong enough to keep you there Sustainable waste won't give you a seat at the rim It will swallow my body but I don't belong to it