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I hate the sound of a hotel room when Iâm on my way out
And the fact it rains every time I leave this town
I hate when Iâm in a crowd of people I never felt so alone
But I canât stand the thought of heading back home
Where the engineers blow those horns and hit their brakes
It knocks your picture off the desk and keeps me awake
At least I can look at it in the dark for a while
Only you and I know how much you make me smile
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Babe I hate the kids in this bar
Top 40 is all they want to hear out of this guitar
They shout without regard and bury their faces in their phones
Iâm on stage in front of people all alone
A shoving match made me spill my final drink
So I sat down in the corner and got to thinking
There has really got to be something more
Than this tip box life
When I get back Iâm going to wrap you up
In these arms of mine â weâll spill the loving cup
We could stay in bed for 16 days
Laugh at our own stupid jokes and not fade away
Itâs never a bad way to spend a Saturday night
Canât ask for anything more out of this unfulfilled life
Chorus
Bridge:
Someday we wonât know what it is to scrape by
In downtown Chicago youâll sway side to side
The kids in the crowd will finally hear what Iâm singing
Harmony so sweet my earsâll finally stop ringing
Chorus
- Album:
- Moving On