The colors are flowing from the wall to the floor
And only an outline still remains
Cause the roof's got a hole in it
And everything's been ruined by the rain
There may be diamons in that dream on the hill
But the people who live there still complain
Cause the roof's got a hole in it
And everything is soaking in the rain
No one can practice the common sense that they see
Through the nickle and diming I'll explain
When the roof's got a hole in it
Everything gets ruined by the rain
My head's got a hole in it
And everything's been ruined by the rainSome 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