(E. Stefani, T. Kanal, T. Dumont, G. Stefani, A. Young)
Some chickens crossed the road, straying
far from the hen
Five reached the side one step below Zen
One was a female, four were mad-men
Who moved on, moved on moved on
Standing in line and falling asleep
Building a fence while we're counting the sheep
We'd let you help out but our projects too deep
Move on, move on, move on
You have to understand that when it comes
to making music
We meshed the styles of five alive and
interwined and fused it
Life comes from life and through our strife we
strove to make the sound true
Compelled to spell it out, no doubt, in search
of what we must do
Our house was too small so we had to move
The neighbors had much doubts so we had to prove
That our soulful dimensions were too true to the groove
We, moved on, moved on, moved on
Water the music, plant the seeds in the pot
Music is the life flowing through... is it not?
Don't forget your roots, but also don't rot
