There's always something going onnand there's always something happeningnand we're all somehow unrevelingnand we're always somewhere travelingnnI know I was born in Texas statenI soon moved to where my mother wentnno I was born in Texas statenI soon moved to where my mother wentnnAnd there's always someone offeringnand there's always something to give right backnAnd when you say no one's offeringnI say here I am, here I amnnAnd we believe in older godsnand the walls don't live withinnwe believe in older godsnthe walls don't know they live withinnnWell my hands clapped to joys, new soundsnand I know she's somewhere singingnwell we believe in other songsnand I hope she knows how much we donthe night is black and songs are brightnand the quiet quiet window lightsnthe world is black and the world is brightnwhile the shiny walls shine so bright