Child of Moving On

I, I thought I forgot you
 I thought I forgot the way
 That you looked at me
 But you, you got it all
 When you left me behind
 When you let me go
 But now I'm back,
 Back here to let you know
 That what you did
 Ain't something I can let go of
 And I am a child of moving on
 And honey I swore
 No more prayers
 No more tears
 And no more songs
 I had to give it up
 Cuz you had the style (I give you that)
 You had the eyes (I give you that)
 You had it all
 But now it's gone
 Now it's gone
 Now it's gone
 And I went all right with it baby
 And every day you call
 And every day you pick up the phone
 It is a-killing me
 And I am a child of moving on
 Of moving on
 And I am a kind
 of a child
 That is giving you
 The benefit of a doubt
 The kind
 Of a child
 That is roughing it sitting on down here
 And working it all out
 The kind
 That is building a wall
 And catching you fall
 And after all
 It's a-clear that
 There is something good here
 And I am a child
 Of movin on
 Of moving on
 Of moving on
 And honey I swore
 I would never write another song
 I would never say another prayer
 I would never give another look babe
 I had to give it up
 Give it up
 Cause you had the style (I give you that)
 You had the eye (I give you that)
 You had it all
 But then you went and you
 Gave it on up
 You gave it on up
 And now I am a kind
 Of a child that is
 Giving you the benefit of a doubt
 The kind of a child
 That is roughing it sitting on down here
 And working it all out
 The kind that is building a wall
 And catching you fall
 And after all
 It's a-clear that
 There's something good here
 And I am a child
 Of moving on
 Of moving it on
 Of moving it on
 Of moving on
 Oh oh oh oh oh
 Of moving on