Move — Roches, The

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 and 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 and move, lady