Move
Sunday
Cold weather
Home, that's where i'll stay
Ok i admit it
I've been drifting
Dreaming the hours away
Dreamin' of love
The gentle kind
I don't have to prove myself
All of the time
Working
Years at a job
Burning for a raise
Let's face it
I'm no go getter
Worthy of a boss's praise
Worthy of love
The unusual kind
I don't have to prove myself
All of the time
At the bus stop when the evening falls
Resting there until the driver calls
Hurry it up now hurry it up & move, lady
Magic
It's a shiny train
Stealing away in the wind
I can't catch it
So i close my eyes
Feel it against my skin
Feeling that love
You're a friend of mine
I don't have to prove myself
All of the time
At the bus stop in the hazy dawn
Come on mister one last lazy yawn
Hurry it up now hurry it up & move, lady
