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 a-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

'Cause 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 out right with it, baby

And every day, you call
And every day, you pick up your phone
It is a-killing me

And I am a child of moving on
Of moving on

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 your fall
And after all
It's a-clear that there's somethin' good here

And I am a child of moving 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, baby
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 your fall
And after all
It's a-clear that there's somethin' 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