A Moving Song

We've bubble wrapped the dishes
Boxed up all our clothes
Packed up all the memories good & bad
We've made in this abode
Now we'll toss 'em in a uhaul and mosey down the road to some place new
A brand new little box to lock myself inside a two bedroom cocoon

When I was younger I swore up 'n' down I'd never find a home
I'd only live 'til twenty-seven, only married to the road
Now I'm not claiming any wisdom or that 31 is old but this I know
Your priorities will differ as ya grow and you'll never be the person you were yesterday
I know it's difficult but ya gotta learn to embrace change
And appreciate the past but let it go

[Chorus]
Lest ya doom yourself to livin' in a photo album
Comfy caked in dust
Content to let the days slip by til curtain call

If these walls could tell a story I would hang on every word
But once that tales been told, It's time to move along

[Chorus]
Lest ya doom yourself to livin' in a photo album
Comfy caked in dust
Content to let the days slip by til curtain call

If these walls could tell a story I would hang on every word
But once that tales been told, It's time to move along