Wake up somewhere different every morning
But it all looks just the same
Must be something special about this place
But lord knows that we can't stay
Riding down the interstate
All the signs they seem to say
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Fast food chains and mini marts
Strip malls and the parking lots
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Close your eyes and spin around in circles
Till you can't tell where you are
If we run out of money honey
We can always pawn that old guitar
Static on the radio
Headlights hit the open road
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Where we heading, we don't know
Wake me when we're getting close
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Ask yourself what are you running from
And do you think that you can run forever
If you find what you are looking for
Would you stand still or would you still
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Some folks say the secret of redemption
Is to understand your sin
Someday we'll be ready
When we finally turn that pawnshop ticket in
If we go back home again
Won't know how this story ends
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Chase that double yellow line
Devil can't be far behind
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving
Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, keep moving