I wrote to you last night
Because I couldn�t sleep.
My conscience felt the paradox
Of law between the sheets.
When I woke up this morning
I knew I had a song to sing
But I�m too scared to sing it now
There�s no time for daydreams.
I camped out on the floor
Of a university.
I saw kids running so, so fast
That they could barely see.
Bars across my window
For a mild safety.
Is this really where,
Where I want to be?
So long.
So long.
I�ll be movin�,
Movin� on.
So long.
So long.
I�ll be movin� on.
Dirty, dirty feet
From the concert in the grass.
I wanted to believe
that freedom there could last.
Sixteen eyes now watch me
For the choice I�m bound to make.
Their doubts threatens to draw me
From the path I�m bound to take.
So long.
So long.
I�ll be movin�,
Movin� on.
So long.
So long.
I�ll be movin� on.
Do you remember when we were young?
And we could name all the things we ran from?
What are your shadows hiding now?
When anxiety�s a nightmare,
Which hero is gonna come around?
Well, I�ll come around
If you�ll come around.
So long.
So long.
I�ll be movin�,
Movin� on.
So long.
So long.
I�ll be movin�,
Movin� on.
Movin� on.
Movin� on.
