I wrote to you last night Because I couldn�t sleep. My conscience felt the paradox Of law between the sheets. When I woke up this morning I knew I had a song to sing But I�m too scared to sing it now There�s no time for daydreams. I camped out on the floor Of a university. I saw kids running so, so fast That they could barely see. Bars across my window For a mild safety. Is this really where, Where I want to be? So long. So long. I�ll be movin�, Movin� on. So long. So long. I�ll be movin� on. Dirty, dirty feet From the concert in the grass. I wanted to believe that freedom there could last. Sixteen eyes now watch me For the choice I�m bound to make. Their doubts threatens to draw me From the path I�m bound to take. So long. So long. I�ll be movin�, Movin� on. So long. So long. I�ll be movin� on. Do you remember when we were young? And we could name all the things we ran from? What are your shadows hiding now? When anxiety�s a nightmare, Which hero is gonna come around? Well, I�ll come around If you�ll come around. So long. So long. I�ll be movin�, Movin� on. So long. So long. I�ll be movin�, Movin� on. Movin� on. Movin� on.