Move Lyrics - The Roches

Sunday, cold weather 

Home, that's where I'll stay 

Okay I admit it, I've been drifting 

Dreaming the hours away 

Dreamin' of love 

The gentle kind 

I don't have to prove myself 

All of the time 

Working, years at a job 

Burning for a raise 

Let's face it, I'm no go getter 

Worthy of a boss's praise 

Worthy of love 

The unusual kind 

I don't have to prove myself 

All of the time 

At the bus stop when the evening falls 

Resting there until the driver calls 

Hurry it up now, hurry it up and move, lady 

Magic, it's a shiny train 

Stealing away in the wind 

I can't catch it so I close my eyes 

Feel it against my skin 

Feeling that love 

You're a friend of mine 

I don't have to prove myself 

All of the time 

At the bus stop in the hazy dawn 

Come on mister one last lazy yawn 

Hurry it up now, hurry it up and move, lady