I’m moving
and I’d continue to move
although, it’s foggy,
and my mind is the same,
I’d keep moving on, hoping
that the time’s gonna change.
And I’d keep trying
and I’d fight the fog,
if it refuses to move away,
out of my way,
and out of my sight,
as I need to move on.
And I’d keep moving,
even if they try to chase
and pull me back,
and off the track
I’d shrug them off,
and I’d move on.
And I’d try to change
the time, if it refuses to,
and drags me on.
I’d try to change it,
and I’d change with it,
as I continue to move on.