This is a true confession Of a man that lost his mind. A minor question To leave and never look behind And now I'm moving. Now I'm moving. Now I'm moving On and on and on. It's a weird position. It's a matter you can't contain. A self-repression When your soul wants to hop the train, But now we're moving. Now we're moving. Now we're moving on. Oh my God I put the world on stop. Somehow I've got to add to something. One time before the curtain drops I'm alright. I'm alright. What do you mean I lost my mind. This ain't no game. No. What do you mean I lost my mind. I just can't let go. Repeat