Moving

Old man broke down on the side of the road
 Stop and see if maybe I can lighten his load
 He opened the door and he thanked me in kind
 Told me the words that would open my mind
 (he said)
 Don't worry about gasoline
 We're moving
 Don't worry about the tv screen
 We're moving
 Don't worry about the bombs that fall
 We're moving
 Don't worry about nothing at all
 There's a man in the alley just a'singing the blues
 Telling everybody that they're born to lose
 Well one day he'll wake up and see the sun
 See that everyday we're breathing is a day we've won
 There's times the lines get hard to see
 And there's days the haze takes over me
 But in the end you're gonna grit your teeth
 And keep moving
 Well the world will keep turning when I'm dead and gone
 I'll see you again and it won't be too long
 Maybe we'll meet in a place where there ain't no pain
 Until that day my song remains