Move

Picking boxes again But they look all the same There's an age behind me, a pocket of memories But I have to keep moving, the road is waiting My mind flashes with lightning An old ache to my feet And my heart is racing in another direction But I have to keep moving, it's just a distraction So lock your door behind me I have to move It's not by choice, it's only time I did all of this before You can't count the sores Only thing harder than my feet is my heart Try to remember each face I want to keep every place Some things you give away, like a song that played Somewhere in time on my daddy's radio Something about, a boy and a girl A better, a better today Or no tomorrow Or maybe something about past mistakes, milkshakes And bouncing rocks on some southern distant shore, some more girls, some more guys I don't know, I don't, I don't even remember So lock your door behind me I have to move It's not by choice, it's only time I did all of this before You can't count the sores Only thing harder than my feet is my heart So lock your door behind me I have to move It's not by choice, it's only time I did all of this before You can't count the sores Only thing harder than my feet is my heart