Used to have a town but the factory moved away   Down to Mexico where they work for hardly any pay   Used to have a country but they sold it down the river   Like a repossessed farm auctioned off to the highest bidder       Mighty trucks of midnight   Moving on   Moving on       Wave a flag, wave the bible, wave your sex or your business degree   Whatever you want -- but don't wave that thing at me   The tide of love can leave your prizes scattered   But when you get to the bottom it's the only thing that matters       Mighty trucks of midnight   Moving on   Moving on       I believe it's a sin to try and make things last forever   Everything that exists in time runs out of time some day   Got to let go of the things that keep you tethered   Take your place with grace and then be on your way