I get goin’ and I get four miles,
but I got a hundred twenty to go.
I’m not sure if I been in denial,
but I do know what I know.
I get thinkin’ about the past,
and I think I should be movin’ on.
There’s nothin’ I need there,
so I better get movin’ along.
Movin’ and shakin’,
bendin’ and breakin’,
Earth quakin’ b’low my feet.
I been searchin’ for the good times,
but it’s so hard to find what you need.
Guess I’ll have to lookin’ every time I’m free.
Guess I’ll have to lookin’ every time I need to feel loved indeed.
Guess I’ll have to lookin’ every time I bleed.