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 all have changed. They say,
On Fifth and Main there's a big parade where the children play and 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,
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 I try to catch that train, But I can't forget you. And 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. (X2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
