Moving On

Moving On

Well take a look at me now,
I've been moving along
I've gotten through it somehow,
no choice but to be strong.

THis is in lieu of defeat,
no admission from me.
The direction of my feet,
is moving on

I've wasted more time than I care, to admit.
My love she's tasted but has no more need for it.

I've burnt away all the need,
to feel protected and warm,
but still for those close to me,
I deal in comfort and calm.

Though loves no longer with me,
I still feel as one.
With what is human and free,
and in some part felt in song

I've wasted more time than I care, to admit.
My love She's tasted but has no more need for it.

There is still that part inside,
that yearns for what is forgone.
It's not for me to deny,
that what we felt was strong.

but looking back is not where,
the path to the future lies.
I'm daring the world to stare,
into my eyes

I've wasted more time than I care, to admit.
My love she's tasted but has no more need for it.

if fate dictated I'd succumb to facing truth,
it'll have to wait because I'm singing here for you.

John Barton © 2002

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