© 2019 by MARK WAHL.

Just a thing or two

you’ll want to keep in mind:

it ain’t waiting for you,

gonna leave you behind.

It’s perpetual motion

or something like that,

goin’ round and around

and it’s never coming back.

It don’t care who you are.

It don’t know your name.

It’s the way things are,

got to play the game. Yeah…

Chorus

You, you got to deal with it.

Yeah, you got to know that sound.

You, you got to feel it

when, when it comes around.

It’s the pulse of the planet,

it’s the rising of the tide,

it’s the swelling of the river,

it’s the moon on a ride!

It’s perpetual motion

or something like that,

goin’ round and around

and it’s never coming back.

Pounding surf

gonna beat the shore,

vine in the jungle

gonna reach for more,

there’s a stranger knockin’

on the bedroom door…

Hey, nothin’s forever!

Nothing’s for sure! Yeah…

Chorus

Instrumental

Love is a feeling

everybody’s singing about.

All the hurting and the healing

always working it out.

It’s perpetual motion

or something like that,

goin’ round and around

and it’s never coming back.

It’ll bleed you dry,

it’ll flood your cup!

It’ll beat you down,

it’ll raise you up!

Nothing will ever be

like it appears,

you’ll be crying

and laughing, and

breaking into tears! Yeah…

Chorus

It’s a cloud on the mountain,

wind in the trees,

frost on the ground,

and the falling of the leaves.

It’s perpetual motion

or something like that,

goin’ round and around

and it’s never coming back.

It’s the calm in the air

before the crisis!

Something dies and

something rises;

far-off stare in your eyes 

saying “watch that same old

thing surprise us!”

Chorus repeat to fade

Perpetual Motion