Have I been holding on too strong? Is it our heavy handed love Keeping us from moving on? I'm not ready to go tonight Maybe I'm coming off all wrong It's only getting harder Talking to you without falling down And this house keeps getting darker We used

(Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep) So sue me for looking so pretty tonight Wearing your favorite color under the lights For moving on, doing everything right So sue me for being good friends with your friends And running into you at the place that we met For

Carrying your love with me 'Cause I'm carrying your love with me West Virginia down to Tennessee I'll be moving with the good Lord's speed It's my strength, for holding on Every minute that I have to be gone I'll have everything I'll ever need Baby all

And when I'm gone, it won't be long 'til I'm I'm coming home, I'm moving on with you

My babe, she gives me everything She gives me everything I need Moving up and down and from side to side With so many things to do I want to go again I want another ride This time should see it through We never realized as the years rolled by No we never

To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you Well I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for

Can't stop - moving Cut to the chase It is the fire that lights itself But it burns with a restless flame The arrow on a moving target The archer must be sure of his aim It is the engine that drives itself But it chooses the uphill climb A bearing on

Motherfucker, don't play with me Play, play, play, play Play, play, play, play (women, don't play no games) I'm moving on, I'm getting paid I'm on my own, I had some space to deal with it I'm moving on, it's getting late Go and grab someone and find a

You can't come in You don't live here anymore I need soothing My lips aren't moving My God is brooding I banish you with love Oh, my hopeless wanderer Oh, some creepy conjurer Who touched the rim

Like a swarm of flies colliding with a moving windshield So are our lives on this never-ending road I have left behind my mark only to be later washed away And was consumed with the allure despite the inevitable decay When did the road that I'm on become