© 2021, Lyrics by Nita Sweeney & Jason Didner, Music by Jason Didner
To the high desert of New Mexico
We’ve traveled with our notebooks and our pens
The teacher sits cross-legged before us
Offering a different kind of Zen
Natalie urges us to be specific
Write “Cadillac” when thinking of a car
Authenticity hides in the details
Images take readers where you are
Give us every drop of that storm raging in you
Under all circumstances you must continue
Chorus:
Keep your hand moving
Keep your hand moving
One stroke ahead of the critic in your mind
Keep the pen going
Keep your truth flowing
Genuine connectedness you’ll find
Let it loose, don’t think about the product
You’re free to write the worst junk in the land
Lose control, let writing do the writing
You’ll read it later, then you’ll understand
Give us every drop of that storm raging in you
Under all circumstances you must continue
Keep your hand moving
Keep your hand moving
One stroke ahead of the critic in your mind
Keep the pen going
Keep your truth flowing
Genuine connectedness you’ll find
Find your voice here in this sacred zone
While you’re writing down the bones
Keep your hand moving
Keep your hand moving
One stroke ahead of the critic in your mind
Keep the pen going
Keep your truth flowing
Genuine connectedness you’ll find
Genuine connectedness you’ll find