There's beauty in the butterfly but also in the moth
There's beauty in the sinner before and after he got lost
There's beauty in the traitor if freedom's on the line
There's beauty in the outcast if beauty saves your life
And I keep on moving
I keep on moving
Keep on moving

Maybe there's beauty in the mother and in the father and the ghost
But then there's beauty in all others if decency's the boast
There's beauty in the struggle and beauty in the cost
If along the way the purpose was that beauty wasn't lost
Well, there's beauty in the simple and in the fury of extremes
There's even fury in injustice if in return nobody swings
So I keep on moving
I keep on moving
Keep on moving

Well, there's beauty in the boxcars and the wisdom of their saints
There's beauty in the moment and in the turning of the page
There's beauty in the knowing and in the wishing that you could
Like magic ain't a miracle, just your cards misunderstood
Well, there's beauty in our doing though diminished in our name
The same beauty in a snowfall is also in a flame
There's beauty in creation as there's beauty in its loss
There's beauty in the sinner before and after he got lost
And I keep on moving 
And I keep on moving
And I keep on moving
Keep on moving