Bernard Butler

Go play safe, fly low
For the sake of all you have known
Throw your staff down from the citadel and run away
He won't laugh at what you said
He's got a princess to impress
Got no boat, plane or place to go but just the rain
People move on
Move along
People move on
Move along
There's a man that follows me down the street
Holding roses for all the girls he meets
And his hair curls down to his feet, he gives me the creeps
He'll take the wind from your sails
Quoting Jesus, hands on the Kells
But his words usually fail to move me that way
People move on
Move along
And people move on
Just gotta keep movin' on
So go play safe, fly low
For the sake of all you have known
Throw your staff down from the citadel and run away