I keep it moving Like it's gone out of style Straight down the motorway I'm on the same trail As everybody else Without a single care Give me the time and give me the day Nothing to lose and nothing to chase And whether you turn true or walk like a lonely son I'll never learn from a happy slow murder Another cross road Needing a stroke of luck I let the motor run Oh just to think straight Would be more than enough For me and everyone Give me the time and give me the day Nothing to lose and nothing to chase And whether you turn true or walk like a lonely son I'll never learn from a happy slow murder Evening pouring in Riverbends now Evening pouring in Riverbends now Evening pouring in Riverbends now Evening pouring in Riverbends now Now Now