First you hate it cause you wanted it so bad
Then you hate it cause it's all you know you'll ever have
Carries on like a dream that you can't stop dreaming
Your stuff lies all around you
Your stuff lies all around you
Surrounds you, like a song
This is a song about moving
This is the song I sing to you when you pack your car
But you're not allowed to call,
And tell me that this place is sh**ty
You're not allowed, not allowed at all
How can you live, in a place that you won't let yourself live in
Take a drive to the other side of town
Look across your own hands see how they move you
The sun is going down
The moon, the moon, is coming up on you
No matter where you are
This is a song about moving
This is the song I sing to you when you pack your car
But you're not allowed to call,
And tell me that this place is sh**ty
You're not allowed, not allowed at all
You can move north in summer
Be what you are, a goose
Honk all the moon out the ocean
Your clothes can fit you loose
You can move north in summer
Be what you are, a goose
Honk all the moon out the ocean
Your clothes can fit you loose