Lyrics Cowboy Junkies

Cowboy Junkies

I Move On

A drift of wild turkeys

in the field across the way.

I'm standing, staring, waiting

for those coyotes to make a play

but they never do.

So I move on.

A pack of wild children

in the field across the street

I'm standing, staring, waiting

for the bell to set them free

but it never does.

So I move on.

51 years, a child upon the Earth,

trying to find the answers

without digging in the dirt

so I'll never know.

And I'll move on.