Lyrics movin on - Graham Bonnet

movin on

A young man is lying face down and faceless
in the warm Californian sun
Spread like a sacrifice out on the ground
in the heat of the day
His life spilling out from a paper sack
Flowing free as the blood from a blade
And we all move on
He laid himself down on these manicured lawns
Where the dogs of the day never go
Though he’s down and dirty
The music is blasting the sound of his new radio
Did he dance in a moment of madness
Till the world slowly fades into black
And we all move on
each and everyone
Don’t turnaround, don’t look around
keep runnin' from the gun
And we all move on
And we all move on
And we all move on
We all move on