Oh tell me, tell me baby Tell me, am I the type you go for? Am I just wasting my time? All of the things running through my mind I've been staring down your way Don't know exactly what to say I'm wondering if you feel the same Because everytime I'm

Move on (move on) If I want to move on If I want to move on (move on) I got high to forget you I feel pain, I don't want to But I have to, yeah, I have to I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend She would know exactly what to say