Love Moves On

Picture a railway station,
with a woman and a man
talking in low whispers
through the night.

She’s trying so hard
to make him understand.
He’s trying so hard
to make things right.

Disappointment
from the cradle to the grave.
Disappointment
for the dreams we cannot save.

We think we’re in love
because we think about love.
We want so much
to make love stay.

But beyond tomorrow’s dawn,
real love moves on,
like a hobo changing trains
at the break of day.

I didn’t mind waiting for you.
I would’ve given a thousand tries.
I could crawl a thousand miles.
I wouldn’t care.

But there’s something about waiting
that turns truth into lies
when you’re living for a day
that’s never there.

Disappointment
when the stars begin to dim.
Disappointment
for the fool that I have been.

We think we’re in love
because we think about love,
as if a thought
could make love stay.

But beyond tomorrow’s dawn,
real love moves on,
like a hobo changing trains
at the break of day

And of course, I forgive you.
And of course, I wish you well.
I know you never meant to be untrue.
It’s up to me to find my way
through my own private hell.
There’s only one thing I ask of you:

Just don’t say you’re in love
just to say you’re in love.
Next time,
don’t say anything at all.

There’s nothing that anyone needs
except your honesty.
Follow it where it leads
when that train whistle calls.

Follow it where it leads
when that train whistle calls.

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2019)

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