greg champion

he moved out of home
the day he turned nineteen
he headed for the Wild North
to see what it means
he drove seven days
and slept in his car
he said “better keep a-movin’
now you’ve come this far”
2.
he found himself slowing down
he decided to stop
he took a look around
he liked it a lot
he lay on his back
and strummed his guitar
he thought “better keep a-movin’
now you’ve come this far”
3.
an old black man told him
keep doin’ what ya do
he said no-one can touch you
‘less you want ‘em to
he said the hardest thing
is to be where you are
he said “ you better keep a-movin’
now you’ve come this far”
BR.
You’ve come this far, now start takin’ it slow
Lotta rough road, still more to go
4.
he gathered up the few things
he could call his own
he walked into the scrub
until he felt alone
he was still walking
as the moon rose
where he’s got to
nobody knows