A sketchbook of dark circles and friends   Is bitter, torn at the ends   And books that you never read   Gather dust at the back of the shed   And the dirt they found on your shoes   Means they can turn their back on you    So keep moving north   Just keep moving north    And don't stop for me      And your quest, it just remains   Now if you're looking like you're on the mend   Let the neighbours at number thirty-two   A chance to look down on you    And unite, a thirst for the bier   Means you will never be hired   Fast forward to the end of the race   But you found you didn't have the pace   So keep moving north   Just keep moving north    And don't stop for me