Keep Going - The Rocket Summer

Blue breeze, Sunday morning

Walk out the door to the local market

Red and green apples

Are catching my eyes

Along with people laughing

I smile and hello, normal reactions

But I’m thinking to myself

Where can I run?

Where can I hide?

And disappear for just a little time

Maybe a year, or maybe five

And in this matchbook, leave parts of my mind

Going back down to the dim edge of town

After all this time, maybe just keep going

Going back down to the dim edge of town

After all this time, maybe just keep going

Just keep going

(Where do we go from here?)

(Where do we go from here?)

Just keep going

(Where do we go from here?)

(Where do we go from here?)

So I put on some records, 5 Jacksons

On my computer, okay, magic

My heart was built to spill out all these notes

And I open my books and consume

Dickinson, Bukowski, Hall and Sandberg in them

«Still Life» is still my favorite poem

I’m going back down to the dim edge of town

After all this time, maybe just keep going

Going back down past the haunts and the crowds

After all this time, maybe just keep going

Just keep going

(Where do we go from here?)

(Where do we go from here?)

Just keep going

(Where do we go from here?)

(Where do we go from here?)

Going back down to the dim edge of town

After all this time, maybe just keep going

Going back down past the haunts and the crowds

After all this time, maybe just keep going

(Going back down)

Going back down to the dim edge of town

After all this time, maybe just keep going

(Going back down)

Going back down past the bars and the sounds

(Going back down)

After all this time, maybe just keep going

Just keep going

(Where do we go from here?)

(Where do we go from here?)

Just keep going

(Where do we go from here?)

(Where do we go from here?)

Just keep going

Just keep going