Well, I woke up wondering
Where I sat just like I always do
I-80 up ahead laid out
Like a lazy bitch on a Sunday afternoon
Well, we're 30 miles from Cleveland
Ain't stopping, ain't even passing through
Well, at night we'll stop in Pittsburgh
But Philly's where we're going to
Well, I talked to my mom today
She seems like she's doing fine
Tell her I've been getting sick again
We both pretend we don't know why
She says 'one more drop of rain'
She swears we'll all be drowned alive
And she asked me how my father's been
We both pretend we don't know why
I got a friend upstate
He's got a place where I can get away from it all
Ah but I don't know if I can take it boys
I just can't stand myself alone
Well, now 30 years of running's left me
Standing with my back to the cold
And it's left me most days wondering
If I've ever really learned a thing at all
But I'm trying to move on
Trying to move on
I'm trying to move on
Trying to move on
Maybe I should go back
Back to the night where it all began
Maybe I should trace my life back
To the night where my folks first met
Maybe I could find the moment
Where my father broke my mother's heart in half
Oh I could go back to New York City
Just learn to live with that baby
But I'm trying to move on
I'm trying to move on, baby
I'm trying to move on
I'm trying to move on, oh
