Moving on,
is the only way.
And no matter what,
it was always meant to start
with a sad sad song.

Call me shallow,
call me cynical.
Then show me your best move,
as if you can prove,
though I hope you can,
prove me wrong.

Got no time to b*ch and moan,
See you when the fire is gone.

Open doors,
dogs on the loose.
That’s the end all about,
You’d better come out,
watch the moon go down.

Got no time to b*ch and moan,
See you when the fire is gone.