Move On

Imagine a place where you don't need a name
and you don't need a licence to open your mind
It's a travelling circus of jokers and clowns
a movie picture that's one of its kind
and this place is the only place where even the clergy dance in the rain
and I know if I was stronger I'd change my ways and join the parade with yo u.

Dirty face and oily hands, but adament of life so clean and so pure
and in a perfect world the rights of man
could never betray the rights of the land
and this way is the only way
a pilgrim's walk a hail of song
and I know if I were stronger I'd change
my ways and join the parade with you.

From the backstreets of this island, move on, move on
To the walkways of the mainland move on.