Turn off the radio
There's something I'd like to say to you
Turn right off this exit
And stay on this street
Until I tell you to turn, to change
Remain the same
Well, anyway
I had this daydream a week ago
But completely forgot 'til today
I swallowed myself like a bug
And there I was
Deep down inside of me
I saw the terrain of my insides
I turned to the dirt and asked him
"Where does my soul reside?"
And he replied
"Past those mountains there."
Our turn's coming close up ahead
It's a perfect day outside
Did you hear all that I said to you?
'Cause it was quite windy, but it seems to have died now
There were no sounds of birds or the stirring wind
When I finally crossed over those icy peaks
I found myself past the canyon cliffs
A silent pond
Too still to speak
We must keep moving
We must keep moving
We must keep moving on
And on
And on
We must keep moving
We must keep moving
We must keep moving on
And on
And on
We must keep moving
We must keep moving
We must keep moving on
And on
And on
And on