Oh what is right, and what is impossible?
For the rolling tide, the flagged individuals
Or a rosy child with a hand buried in his mouth
Oh what is right, and what is impossible?
We are tired of this war
We have tried to be calm
We have seen all the power
And the grace of your arms
The colored land, the written word
The born-agains, the silly birds
Are always the rejoined
So move along
So move along
So move along
So what is right, and what is impossible?
(The ones who lied, the pendulum's broken toll)
Until we die let's not retire to a lullaby
(So what is right, and what is impossible?)
We are tired of this war
We have tried being calm
We have heard all the cries
Read the poems, sang the songs
The clapping hands, the cooling swords
The white sands, the bloody lords
Are always the rejoined
To move along
So move along
So move along
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