Brooke Miller - What Kind Of Move lyrics

What kind of move is the best thing For leaving you in the I don't know You can leave the best of a cool nest But there's no master plan when you go You hear the swearing and the laughter Smoke coming in from the neighbors next door My Christina had the toughest set of lungs She could out sing anyone She'd have them up on the small floor dancing Anyone knew anyone I hate to be leaving in the middle of this What can I say but This city is chorded there's rhythm in the traffic Spokes in the wheels wherever you go I'm just one exception to be sitting here Trying to carve out some kind of a home Everyone around here lets their cats loose To control the mice It's the kind of neighborhood with a few broken down houses But it's kinda nice Going through photos of places you've been The places you part It's the packing and the moving that really holds on To the rungs of a lonely heart Just when you think it's over Something new begins Somewhere in the grander scheme of scheming Just when you think you're stepping out That's when you're stepping in It leaves you open windowed and ever dreaming