I Gotta Move Video (MV)

Saturday in old Williamsburg's a ghost town
It's no place for a lapsed little man like me
I'm like a wandering one of my own kind as I look
At the davenners piling out of shul right on time
And I sweat in my shorts as the men and their sons
Swagger down Hewes in their overcoats and their shoes
I wonder why I keep coming back here
I guess it's 'cause I feel close to my roots
I gotta move

Sunday in front of Port Authority at 4 pm
Passaic-bound and further west the out-of-towners go
Steal a stare at the door of a video store
You know, not too many locals go there anymore
And I hear the oohs and ahhs of Minnesota moms
I sway half-imbibed to the beat of paint bucket toms
I wonder why I keep coming back here
There's nowhere to think, you know, my body can't stop
I gotta move

Friday night in the Far Rockaway sand
The faraway sound of a festival band
You pull me out into the water so cold
I don't care, I've got your warm hand to hold
And I shiver and you shiver as you smile in the moon
Your mouth's a grin; I gotta steady myself as I swoon
Your shining hair and your eyes delight the dark sky
You start to sway, I can't dance, but I'll try
I gotta move
I'll move with you
I gotta move
I'll move with you, I'll move with you, I'll move with you