Lyrics

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