They say a restless body can hide a peaceful soul. Like a stranger and a settler, they both have a distant goal. If I explore the heavens, or if I search inside, well, it really doesn't matter, as long as I can tell myself I've always tried. Like a roller in the ocean, life is motion, move on. Like a wind that's always blowing, life is blowing, move on. Like the sunrise in the morning, life is dawning, move on. How I treasure every minute being part of, living in it with the urge to move on. I've travelled every country, I've travelled in my mind. It seems we're on a journey, a trip through space and time. And somewhere lies the answer to all the questions why. What really makes the difference between all death and living things? The will to stay alive. Like a roller in the ocean, life is motion, move on. Like a wind that's always blowing, life is blowing, move on. Like the sunrise in the morning, life is dawning, move on. How I treasure every minute being part of, living in it with the urge to move on. Move on. The morning breeze that ripples the surface of the sea. The crying of the seagulls that hover over me. I see it and I hear it, but how can I explain? The wonder of the moment, to be alive, to be the sun that follows every ray. Like a roller in the ocean, life is motion, move on. Like a wind that's always blowing, life is blowing, move on. Like the sunrise in the morning, life is dawning, move on. How I treasure every minute being part of, living in it with the urge to move on. Like a wind that's always blowing, life is blowing, move on. Like the sunrise in the morning, life is dawning, move on. How I treasure every minute being part of, living in it with the urge to move on. Like the wind that's always blowing, life is blowing, move on.