Move Songtext
von The Roches

Sunday, cold weather
Home, that′s where I'm stayin′
Okay, I admit it, I've been driftin'
Dreamin′ the hours away
Dreamin′ of love, the gentle kind
I don't have to prove myself all of the time

Workin′ (Workin') years at a job
Burnin′ for a raise (Burnin' for a raise, burnin′ for a raise)
Let's face it (Face it) I'm no go-
Getter (Go-getter, getter, getter, 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 (Hey lady, let's move)
Hurry it up now, hurry it up and move (Hey lady, let′s move)

Magic (Ah), it's a shiny train
Stealin′ away in the wind (There she goes again, there she goes again)
I can't catch it (Catch it), so I close my
Eyes (Go-getter, getter, getter, getter)
Feelin′ against my skin
Feelin' 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 (Hey lady, let′s move)
Hurry it up now, hurry it up and move (Hey lady, let's move)

Hurry it up now, hurry it up and move (Hey lady, let′s move)
Hurry it up now, hurry it up and move (Hey lady, let's move)