Your Next Move
You better think long and hard about your next move
No one's remembered for anything other than
the shape they left the room
And out on the open road, you can sing those songs
People may sing along, you can live your life
In a photograph on the wall
But can they sing harmonies?
What then when the picture fades?
No one is ever remembered for anything
Other than the last thing that they did
And out on the open road, you may not last long
When the floor begins to shake,
Will you resist or give way to oblivion?
It's hard to understand but you can feel it in your stomach
The world sure has its way of giving you things you never wanted
You're hungry for control, man, don't you ever listen?
Ain't it funny how a foxhole will drive a man to superstition?
You better think long and hard what you want to do
There's going to come a time when you'll realize
There's not much left of you
And out on the open road, you may be alone
When the floor begins to shake,
Will you resist or give way to oblivion?
It's hard to understand but you can feel it in your stomach
The world sure has its way of giving you things you never wanted
You're hungry for control, man, don't you ever listen?
Ain't it funny how a foxhole will drive a man to superstition?
Because his story's already been told
It's hard to understand but you can feel it in your stomach
The world sure has its way of giving you things you never wanted
You're hungry for control, man, don't you ever listen?
Ain't it funny how a foxhole will drive a man to superstition?
No one's remembered for anything other than
the shape they left the room
And out on the open road, you can sing those songs
People may sing along, you can live your life
In a photograph on the wall
But can they sing harmonies?
What then when the picture fades?
No one is ever remembered for anything
Other than the last thing that they did
And out on the open road, you may not last long
When the floor begins to shake,
Will you resist or give way to oblivion?
It's hard to understand but you can feel it in your stomach
The world sure has its way of giving you things you never wanted
You're hungry for control, man, don't you ever listen?
Ain't it funny how a foxhole will drive a man to superstition?
You better think long and hard what you want to do
There's going to come a time when you'll realize
There's not much left of you
And out on the open road, you may be alone
When the floor begins to shake,
Will you resist or give way to oblivion?
It's hard to understand but you can feel it in your stomach
The world sure has its way of giving you things you never wanted
You're hungry for control, man, don't you ever listen?
Ain't it funny how a foxhole will drive a man to superstition?
Because his story's already been told
It's hard to understand but you can feel it in your stomach
The world sure has its way of giving you things you never wanted
You're hungry for control, man, don't you ever listen?
Ain't it funny how a foxhole will drive a man to superstition?
Credits
Writer(s): Wilson Getchell
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