The Moving Song

I ran 26 miles,
26 miles,
Make that 26.2
And finally forgot about the past 3 years and you,
But the C-train got the best of me,
At 26.3.
It was summer in Seattle,
You were a tourist at the pier.
You asked me for directions,
I asked you out for a beer.
I never laughed so much before,
That day turned into 18 more,
you and I were starting to brew…
Why did I quit school and move across the country
For a guy I just met?
It’s New York,
My brother’s there.
I’ll get my own place.
It’ll be an adventure.
It’s time to move.
One other night in cross that park out of the blue,
You had a brilliant thought,
Let’s pay one rent instead of two.
So I decided there and then,
To pack my bags once again,
Even though my mom did not approve.
Honey, I know we haven’t been together that long,
But it feels so right!
I swear, I know what I’m doing.
It’s time to move.
I had fallen into love,
Things had fallen into place.
Two winters passed and suddenly,
You said you need a space.
said you couldn’t see your life with me,
No matter how you tried.
So I packed my things, crashed with a friend
for weeks on and I cried...
I found my own place in Hartland through a graceless dad,
Dark and small and lonely,
But the only choice I had.
The seasons came, the seasons went,
I worked, I slept, I paid my rent,
And thought of all the ways I could improve.
I’m keeping busy like everyone says to do.
I’m reading, I’m trying new activities,
I’m running, and running, and running.
Toward what?
So now I get the news that someone else is moving too.
You met a girl, and look at that,
She’s moving in with you.
And here and now it’s clear to see,
You’re heading forward without me,
There’s nothing I could do or say or prove…
All the endless nights of crying,
All the furies,
All the trying,
All the chasing and devotion,
What’s the point of all this emotion?
I’m still stuck here standing still…
And you’re still gone.
It’s time to move on.
Time to move on.