Moving Trucks Songtext
von Bob Mould

You tell me that you′re feeling trapped in this life
Thinking of moving away
You say that it's all for the best
We′ll both be better off that way
My jaw hits the floor as the words sink in
I didn't know you felt so strongly
Makes me wonder what went wrong
Drugs barely drift through the sieve

And I still can't believe it
All the things drift away

Stand by for the last refrain


The moving trucks are pulling up in our front yard
So this is the way that it feels
I wonder how this might feel
The sound of your voice fades away
Like an echo in some empty cave
The 411 in my area code
Has got no listing for me

And though my mail sits there in the post box
Seems I′ve lost the key
Coffee comes to a boil
The percolating is making noises

No one left to blame

Stand by for the last refrain

I still hear the moving trucks back up in our front yard

Today is the day I forget all about it
Oh it′s over, don't worry about it
Today I can open the window
Today is the day I can fly
Today I am starting the rest of my life
Today I can touch the sky
And I can leave that beeping sound of that truck behind
No moving trucks to hold me down
No moving trucks to hold me down
No moving trucks to hold me down


No moving trucks to hold me down