Movin' On - Graham Bonnet

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