Move Ahead

She gets herself to church every Sunday,
Settles into the pew.
The preacher’s spinning tales
of fire and brimstone
And how God’s pushing down on you.
She seems lost, but she’s found.
Spirit’s unbound.
Out of those tired, and dusty pages
She hears a different sound
Calling «Move ahead.»
Woah-oh-oh.
Move ahead.
Oh.
Another day, another half-dollar.
It’s getting harder and harder
to be a good father.
Off to work. Off again.
Just feels like life going off the rails to him.
They say, «Seek and ye shall find,»
A love that bends the hands of time.
That’s what fills his home, fills his mind
Out here on I-85
Waiting to move ahead.
Move ahead. Move ahead into life.
Move ahead. Move into love.
Move ahead to forgiveness.
When it’s hard to believe,
and you can’t even breathe
Move ahead.
The still small voice has turned to shouting
Just fighting to be heard
Lean into where the fear grows
Lean into what you’ve learned
You’re the one you’ve been waiting for
Show us your shimmer and your shine
And when the darkness falls answer the call.
Woah-oh-oh. Woah-oh-oh.
Move ahead.
Mm-mm-mm-mm.
Move ahead. Move ahead into life.
Move ahead. Move into love.
Move ahead to forgiveness.
When it’s hard to believe,
and you can’t even breathe
Move ahead. Move ahead into life.
Move ahead. Move into love.
Move ahead to forgiveness.