I know this girl, she looked good in her clothes
She'd get me drunk, take me home after shows
And we'd go through the moves like prose
We'd drive around in the Hollywood hills
We'd go to clubs, get addicted to pills
And we'd dance 'til the lights came up

Another girl fell in love with a song
She held her breath but she held it too long
And they say she started turning blue
I blew her off, she was only nineteen
She'd call and yell at my message machine
'Til the tape ran out and rewound

Moving on is hard to do
Hard on me as it was on you
I should have called I should have
Done so many things I didn't do
If only you knew

I know this girl, liked to keep her plate full
She'd scratch our eyes with the wool that she pulled
From her sack, but I kept crawling back
She liked her men juggled three at a time
She'd be with one, keeping two on the line
And we knew, but what else could we do?

Moving on is hard to do
Hard on me as it was on you
I should have called I should have
Done so many things I didn't do
If only you knew

We kept it light 'cause she felt like we should
And fooled ourselves into thinking we could
For a while, then she fell in love
It freaked her out and one day she was gone
I swore to God I would never move on
But I did, and that's just how it is

Moving on is hard to do
Hard on me as it was on you
I should have called I should have
Done so many things I didn't do
If only you knew