No more paintings.
No more sunshine.
No more lazy days.
No more next times.
No more fighting.
No more love.
They'll all be long gone.
When you wake up.
And I best,
Be moving,
On.
No more single bed's.
No more sleepyheads.
No more bloody nose.
No more twinkle toes.
No more blue skies.
No more lying eye's
No more bug bites.
No more crazy nights.
And I best,
Be moving,
On.
Well I can't tell.
I've lost my own way.
But I know,
That I can't stay.
Here.
So no more Children,
Running through the fields.
No more heartaches,
Yet to be revealed.
I've grown kind of weary,
From all this running around.
It's time for a little change,
And put my feet on the ground.
And I best,
Be moving,
On.
And I best,
Be moving,
On.
Oh' I best,
Be moving,
On.
Moving on.
