It's late March and your Christmas lights are still gutter strung
Like a dead star that's light is still carrying on
You say if you are free you shouldn't have to go and say it
Well from your mouth spills your heart a story to discredit
Forgone, forgone, it's time I be moving on
Forgone, forgone, easier said than done
The figures don't quite add up, the sum don't balance out
Your heart has found a truth, but your mind keeps finding doubt
But then the sun it cracks like a yoke upon the roof
And from the darkness, you can see good medicine's in you
Forgone, forgone, it's time I be moving on
Forgone, forgone, easier said than done
Reduced it to its edges, suck the marrow dry
The season's run its course, the road has passed ya by
But you will stand again and wear your chin held high
Sing it in refrain, oh the beauty it is to try
Forgone, forgone, it's time I be moving on
Forgone, forgone, easier said than done
Moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on, easier said than done
