Some chickens crossed the road, straying far from the hen

Five reached the side one step below zen
One was a female, four were mad-men
Who moved on, moved on move on

Standing in line and falling asleep
Building a fence while we’re counting the sheep
We’d let you help out but our projects are too deep
Move on, move on, move on

You have to understand that when it comes
To making music
We meshed the styles of five alive and
Intertwined and fused it
Life comes from life and through our strife we
Strove to make the sound true
Compelled to spell it out, in search
Of what we must do

Our house was to small so we had to move
The neighbors had much doubts so we had to prove
That our soulful dimensions were true to the groove
We, moved on, moved on, moved on

Water the music, plant the seeds in the pot
Music is life flowing through... is it not?
Don’t forget your roots, but also don’t rot
Just move on, move on, move on don’t be afraid, let your feelings show
Wear your heart on your sleeve, and let yourself glow