every time i hold your hand it feels like i am all alone

now i don't know where i am, and i don't feel like i am home

and you're throwing words at me, but i don't really mind

when you come to your last days it's not me that you will find

cos i'm moving on

i'm moving on

when you wake up in the morning

darling i'll be gone



i've got a pocket full of coins and a mind that's all made up

i've got a ticket to the airport on the early morning bus

i am flying out of here and i'm leaving you behind

cos i don't know who you are and i know that you're not mine

now i'm moving on

i'm moving on

when you wake up in the morning

darling i'll be gone



well i haven't got a job and i don't have a five year plan

and i don't care what you say cos i'm content with who i am

i will follow in the footsteps of those who've gone before

remembering to put my trust in he who opened up the door

i'm moving on

i'm moving on

when you wake up in the morning

darling i'll be gone



well i've had my chance at this

i came so close but somehow missed

the point in what this life is all supposed to be about

i'm not asking for another chance

in this thing they call romance

but i'd like to find a girl who i can love in the mornings in the middle of the days the afternoons and in the evenings too



now i'm sitting in a cafe in the old town square in Brugge

and the coffee here is average, i'm just paying for the view

i'll expect the unexpected and i'll see what i might find

and i'll hope to fall in love with someone i can be with for the rest of time