Move

<br>sunday<br>cold weather<br>home, that`s where i`ll stay<br>ok i admit it<br>i`ve been drifting<br>dreaming the hours away<br><br>dreamin` of love<br>the gentle kind<br>i don`t have to prove myself<br>all of the time<br><br>working<br>years at a job<br>burning for a raise<br>let`s face it<br>i`m no go getter<br>worthy of a boss`s praise<br><br>worthy of love<br>the unusual kind<br>i don`t have to prove myself<br>all of the time<br><br>at the bus stop when the evening falls<br>resting there until the driver calls<br><br>hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady<br><br>magic<br>it`s a shiny train<br>stealing away in the wind<br>i can`t catch it<br>so i close my eyes<br>feel it against my skin<br><br>feeling that love<br>you`re a friend of mine<br>i don`t have to prove myself<br>all of the time<br><br>at the bus stop in the hazy dawn<br>come on mister one last lazy yawn<br><br>hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady