Текст песни I Move On - Cowboy Junkies

A drift of wild turkeys
In the field across the way.
I′m standing, staring, waiting
For those coyotes to make a play
But they never do.
So I move on.

A pack of wild children
In the field across the street
I'm standing, staring, waiting
For the bell to set them free
But it never does.
So I move on.

51 years, a child upon the Earth,
Trying to find the answers
Without digging in the dirt
So I′ll never know.
And I'll move on.