The brutal force of time is never at rest, and gaining steady every time that we stop to look back,
We come a long way.

In praise of forward motion, and lost days ought to stay that way,
No sense in holding on here, here in this temporary place.

We're going nowhere if we're standing in place,
The great unknown holds more as yesterday's fading away,
I kind of like it.

In praise of forward motion, and lost days ought to stay that way,
No sense in holding on here, here in this temporary place.

Yeah, I want you to know I tried my best to go,
Oh yeah, I want you to know that I tried...I tried to go.

In praise of forward motion, and lost days ought to stay that way,
No sense in holding on, here in this temporary place.