Moving

Echoes out the front yard
Heard those kids playing out in the street
Falling off their old bikes
Scraping the dust off of their knees

Sweaty hands, making plans for the evening
Get moving again
Dime book in the book case, I'll read it
Tell it all to a friend

Or put it down instead?

Woke up in that old room
Stood there spelling out a dream
Digging with a flashlight
Projecting decades on the screen

Map it out, it gets too loud to see clearer
Than I could before
Cut my hair, take a stare in the mirror
End up on the floor

I don't care what I said
I'll get moving again
I'll get moving again



Credits
Writer(s): Hammad Imam
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