I, I thought I forgot you
I thought I forgot the way that you looked at me
But you, you got it all
When you left me behind, when you let me go
But now I'm back
I'm back here to let you know
That what you did ain't something I can let go of
I am the child of moving on
And honey I swore no more prayers
No more tears, and no more songs
I had to give it up ‘cause you had the style (I'll give you that)
You had the eyes (I'll give you that)
You had it all but now it's gone
And I went out right with it baby
And every day you call and every day you pick up your phone
It is k**ing me
I am a child of moving on, of moving on
And I am a kind of child that is giving you
The benefit of the doubt
The kind of child
That is roughing it, sitting on down here and working it all out
The kind that is building the wall and catching your fall
After all, it's clear there's something good here
And I am the child of moving on, of moving on, of moving on
And honey, I swore I would never write another song
I would never say another prayer
I would never give another look baby
I had to give it up, give it up
‘Cause you had the style (I'll give you that)
You had the eyes (I'll give you that)
You had it all but then you went
And you gave it on up and now
I am the kind of child that is giving you the benefit of a doubt
The kind of child that is roughing it, sitting on down here and working it all out
The kind that is building the wall and catching your fall
And after all, it's clear there's something good here
And I am the child of moving on
Of moving it on
Of moving it on
Of moving on