No Standing

I put one foot right in front of the other And the moment goes behind my back It’s no magic trick I’m performing, No rabbit inside my hat. Sometimes it feels like an awful lot of trouble Sometimes I don’t know my up from down Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in a bubble Going round and round and round and round Every valley feels like a mountain; Every mountain falls short of the sky; Every desert shines like a fountain; Every river’s running dry. No there’s no standing on level ground No standing on level ground— It can’t be found. Now I used to think there was a destination That would ease my mind—allay my frustration, Truth is, to stop’s to die So I stay on the move, I don’t close my eyes. Rest comes, the best comes When you carry it inside you, you let it ride you; The test comes, bread crumbs, Take out the garbage—don’t let it hide you. Stop looking for an easy street You find yourself when you feel your feet. Every struggle’s as tough as the last, As rich as the past—slow or fast. There’s no points or medals or prizes That can cure your heart. Peel off the disguises. Take the path just as it’s given, To stop’s to die, to move is livin’. Every valley feels like a mountain; Every mountain falls short of the sky; Every desert shines like a fountain; Every river’s running dry. No there’s no standing on level ground No standing on level ground— It can’t be found. Every valley feels like a mountain; Every mountain falls short of the sky; Every desert shines like a fountain; Every river’s running dry. Oh there’s no standing on level ground, No standing on level ground... No standing on level ground— It can’t be found.