Songtexte: Stephen Stills. Other. Move Around.

What do we do
Given life
We move around
Solitude
Reach for light
Rich...
Or slight...
We move around
We move around
One searches
For the sake of searching
Clearly then
Stunbling...
Falling...
Lurching...
We move...
We move around
A supurb point of reference detected
becomes absured with a moments reflection
leaves one a simple thought
not sagging with the excess weight of excess baggage
and we move around
We move around
One thinks then
...Jinks
...Then stands at a brink
Finds a key...
And stinking of revelation
...drinking in exaltation
We move...
We move...around
No need
To prove
No one around
No one
...but
You to stand your
...ground
We move around
Don't you know its all right...
...To be wrong thus you grow be amused and be strong
The acceptance of error with grace
Is to refuse to be vain and so afraid of losing face
This fear drives one further into what one thinks
To be a race of life...or death
Or simply take another breath
Of nature's...air now...
Which is fair now...
Which is to be alive
To move
We move around