On the move again

We'll I fly out for Denver in the morning. Each time I re-pack my bags I look at the contents of my life, old post cards from people I miss, books I just can't give away, a weeks worth of clothing, and I get kinda sad.

A: Keep on movin’ keep on movin’
B: It’s a provin’ hard to do
A: Keep on movin’ keep on movin’
B: It ain’t a soothin’ to get that exit cue
A: Keep on movin’ keep on movin’
B: It’s a provin’ hard to do
A: Just one more time in the air
B: All right, fine, we’ll see how I fair
A: Just one more time in the air
B: Okay, but that’s all I dare!
A: Just one more time in the air
B: All right! Fine! We’ll see how I fair!
A+B: Up there, up there, movin’ again
Over there, over there, one more move, one more time
Adue! Farewell! Goodbye!