There's people on the highway,

People in the towns,

You just can't get away;

I'm a-going to the mountains,

Going by the sea,

You won't see me again.



Chorus:

Gonna move on buddy,

Gonna leave my trouble and worry behind,

Find a new home to rest my uneasy mind



For it's better to be going,

Better to be moving

Than clinging to your past;

Love is made from living,

And dreams are made of sleeping,

Better catch it while it lasts.



Sweet lady she won't call

Or knock upon my door,

She won't see me at all;

And every word I've said,

Everything I done,

Will not turn her pretty head



Now if I stay I'll lose out,

For the dealer deals too fast

And the game's turned about;

So I think I'll try a new game,

One I understand,

Then my life won't be in vain



When you're feeling kind of blue,

Kind of mixed up inside,

And good times are few;

When every day brings the rain

In a never ending flood,

And you're on your own again



And when it's hard to decide

What should be your next move

And what'd be the outcome;

And when sunny days roll by

And pass you unnoticed,

And time ceases to run.