Echoes out the front yard

Heard those kids playing out in the street

Falling off their old bikes

Scraping the dust off of their knees

Sweaty hands, making plans for the evening

Get moving again

Dime book in the book case, I'll read it

Tell it all to a friend

Or put it down instead?

Woke up in that old room

Stood there spelling out a dream

Digging with a flashlight

Projecting decades on the screen

Map it out, it gets too loud to see clearer

Than I could before

Cut my hair, take a stare in the mirror

End up on the floor

I don't care what I said

I’ll get moving again

I'll get moving again