I was born in the desert May. Seventeen in seventy-three. When the needle hit the groove. I commenced moving. I was chasing what's calling me. Oh-oh-oh feet don't fail me now. One foot in the gutter. One in the clouds. Feet don't fail me now. I just gotta move on. Life is hard that's why no one survives. I'm much older than I thought I'd be. Feel like a fool yeah like a dancing fool yeah. Foot loose and fancy free. Oh-oh-oh feet don't fail me now. Stand in the gutter. And my head's in the clouds. Feet don't fail me now. I just gotta move on. Push myself to breaking point. It's all I know to do except for lie. I chase the gates and drift ad nauseam. Driven by feelings I cannot hide. To be so civilized one must tell civil lies. Me and my gang come to bust you loose. We move with an urgency. Between pleasure and agony on a runaway line. That's the sound that's calling me. It's calling me. It's calling me. It's calling me. It's calling me. It's calling me. It's calling me. It's calling me. It's calling me. It's. Time to go regret ir later. We're gon' take it as it comes. Future tense meets middle finger. We took the long way home. Oh-oh-oh feet don't fail me now. Do whatcha gotta do. And do it now. Feet don't fail me now. I just gotta move on