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