Every little street contains a tune
To define you for a time then forget soon
The rodeo in Brantford takes me back
I never should have left for the race track
Now all my personal records are in their sleeves
I deactivated who I thought was me
And with my special heavy memory bags
I walked a ways away with heavy legs
Have a heart but don't fall apart
It's cool that Jesus nailed his art
But now everybody wants to be a someone
That ain't you and that ain't me
We're more than what we could have been
Move Along
Cuz there's nothing left to see here
The son was shining at the stars
With a light that shone all thoughtful brash bizarre
I looked both ways then walked backwards again
And bumped into my least popular friend
He told me what she told us from the start
The loneliest of hunters is the heart
And in your endless quest to keep it real
The only real thing is how you feel
Have a heart but don't fall apart
You'll land inside a shopping cart
Everybody wants to be a someone
That ain't you and that ain't me
We're more than what we could have been
Move along
Cuz there's nothing left to see here