Some chickens crossed the road, straying far from the hen Five reached the side one step below Zen One was a female, four were mad-men Who moved on, moved on moved on
Standing in line and falling asleep Building a fence while we're counting the sheep We'd let you help out but our projects too deep Move on, move on, move on
Chorus: You have to understand that when it comes to making music We meshed the styles of five alive and interwined and fused it Life comes from life and through our strife we strove to make the sound true Compelled to spell it out, no doubt, in search of what we must do
Our house was too small so we had to move The neighbors had much doubts so we had to prove That our soulful dimensions were too true to the groove We, moved on, moved on, moved on
Water the music, plant the seeds in the pot Music is the life flowing through... is it not? Don't forget your roots, but also don't rot Just move on, move on, move on
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Don't be afraid, let your feelings show Wear your heart on your sleeve, and let yourself glow
