She woke up on a train,
A train moving through a mountain range,
And she’s still silently watching trees,
Falling east, she’s thinking.
Home is just a hang up,
When nothing’s easy.
Last night, hotel bar,
You lost track of time.
Emptying glasses.
Then you turned your head as he walked through the door.
He found your gaze but you made him yours.
Did you know you could take a man so easily,
For what it’s worth?
Move, baby, move
Your life is falling on you.
Morning came and I saw you alone,
He had turned into a note:
«Thanks girl, next time in my town,
Just pick up the phone.»
It found the floor.
You found you weren’t at home.
It was a note,
Just like any other guy,
or someone, somewhere.
Move, baby, move
Your life is falling on you.
Go back to sleep for a little longer.
You got the best of me.
Your clothes have been patiently waiting.
Go put them back on,
It wasn’t so wrong.
Move, baby, move
Your life is falling on you.