There's people on the highway,
people in the town,
you just can't get away.
I'm going to the mountains,
going by the sea,
you will not see me again.
I'm going to the mountains, going by the sea,
you will not see me again.
Better to be going,
better to be moving,
than clinging to your past.
Love is made from living,
and dreams are made of sleeping,
better catch it while it lasts.
Move on,
buddy,
be a butterfly,
don't go far behind.
I'm going to the mountains, going by the sea,
you will not see me again.
Maybe she won't call, or knock upon my door,
she will not see me at all.
And every word I've said,
everything I've done,
will not turn a pretty head.
Move on,
buddy,
be a butterfly,
don't go far behind.
I'm going to the mountains,
going by the sea,
you will not see me again.
I'll play, I'll lose out,
or the DVD is too fast,
and the game is turned about.
So I think I'll try a new game,
one I understand,
then my life won't be in vain.
When
you're feeling kind of blue,
kind of mixed up inside,
and the good times are few.
When every day brings a rain,
in an ever-ending flood,
and
you're on your own again,
it's time to move on,
buddy,
leave your trouble and go far behind.
And when it's hard to decide,
what should be your next move,
and what would be the outcome.
And when sunny days roll by,
and the past feel unnoticed,
and time ceases to run,
better