Through the gardens and fields

'Neath the tall green grass

You were walking ‘neath the moon

While covering your tracks

Working your fingers

Down to the skin and stone

One hand on the hammer

One foot by the door

Pushed by the wind

Fed by the need

For moving on

Moving on to nowhere

When division runs deep

And down into the well

All the coins you dove after

Lost all their spell

Covered in moss

Walking for silver and blood

Out in the café

Working in the grove

Guarding the port

Of the future you sold

Holding on, holding on to no one

Holding on, holding on to no one

One eye in the mirror

The other on the screen

Sewn in the pockets

And down into the dream

Caught up in the mortar

Bricks and heavy load

Wait in the shadows

Down the living road

Moving on, moving on to no one

Holding on, holding on to no one