Turn off the radio   There's something I'd like to say to you   Turn right off this exit   And stay on this street   Until I tell you to turn, to change   Remain the same      Well, anyway      I had this daydream a week ago   But completely forgot 'til today   I swallowed myself like a bug   And there I was   Deep down inside of me      I saw the terrain of my insides   I turned to the dirt and asked him   "Where does my soul reside?"   And he replied   "Past those mountains there."      Our turn's coming close up ahead   It's a perfect day outside   Did you hear all that I said to you?   'Cause it was quite windy, but it seems to have died now      There were no sounds of birds or the stirring wind   When I finally crossed over those icy peaks   I found myself past the canyon cliffs   A silent pond   Too still to speak      We must keep moving   We must keep moving   We must keep moving on   And on   And on      We must keep moving   We must keep moving   We must keep moving on   And on   And on      We must keep moving   We must keep moving   We must keep moving on   And on   And on   And on