Movin' On

A young man is lying face down and faceless

In the warm Californian sun

Spread like a sacrifice out on the ground

In the heat of the day

His life spilling out from a paper sack

Flowing free as the blood from a blade

And we all move on

He laid himself down on these manicured lawns

Where the dogs of the day never go

Though he's down and dirty, the music is blasting

The sound of his new radio

Did he dance in a moment of madness

'Til the words slowly faded to black?

And we all move on, each and every one

Don't turn around, don't look around

Keep running, follow the gun

And we all move on

And we all move on, whoa

And we all move on

Well, it's each and every one

And we all move on

Moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on

Moving on