There's people on the highway, People in the towns, You just can't get away; I'm a-going to the mountains, Going by the sea, You won't see me again. Chorus: Gonna move on buddy, Gonna leave my trouble and worry behind, Find a new home to rest my uneasy mind For it's better to be going, Better to be moving Than clinging to your past; Love is made from living, And dreams are made of sleeping, Better catch it while it lasts. Sweet lady she won't call Or knock upon my door, She won't see me at all; And every word I've said, Everything I done, Will not turn her pretty head Now if I stay I'll lose out, For the dealer deals too fast And the game's turned about; So I think I'll try a new game, One I understand, Then my life won't be in vain When you're feeling kind of blue, Kind of mixed up inside, And good times are few; When every day brings the rain In a never ending flood, And you're on your own again And when it's hard to decide What should be your next move And what'd be the outcome; And when sunny days roll by And pass you unnoticed, And time ceases to run.