Tell me that you're feeling trapped in this life thinking of moving away You say that it's all for the best we'll both be better off that way My jaw hits the floor as the words sink in I didn't know you felt so strongly Makes me wonder what went wrong
Trust barely drips through the sieve and I still can't believe it Our love fades and drifts away stand by for the last refrain The moving trucks are pulling up in our front yard
So this is the way that it feels I wondered how this might feel The sound of your voice fades away like an echo in some empty cave
The 411 in my area code has got no listing for me All my mail sits there in the post box it seems I've lost the key
Coffee, it comes to a boil the percolator's making noises No one left to blame stand by for the last refrain I still hear the moving trucks back up in our front yard
Today is the day I forget all about it it's over, don't worry about it Today I can open the window today is the day I can fly
Today I am starting the rest of my life today, I can touch the sky And I can leave that beeping sound of that truck behind
No moving trucks to hold me down
Compositor: Robert Arthur Mould (Mould Bob) (BMI)Editor: Granary Music (BMI)Administração: Bourgoise-music Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #15588492 em 09/Abr/2024