Does This Mean You’re Moving On? (Live from Walt Disney Concert Hall)

And the funny thing is, it has no end
I try to call you up at 2am
In a crowded bar, your ringer tones
Grab my mind, I can see you through the phone, the phone, the phone
And I'm wide awake at home, at home, at home
So, think I'll see my coquette and hope you don't catch
The whiskey on my breath, my breath, my breath

Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street
And the cars fly by through The Ballory
I come to your door and I hear a moan
Then another voice
Oh Christ she's not alone, alone, alone
And my heart sinks like a stone, a stone, a stone
And the tears won't even come, I feel so numb
So swept aside, so dumb, so dumb, so dumb

When the words are wrong and my patience gone
Will you tell me, does this mean you're moving on?

From the balcony, you call my name
I see you standing in the rain
Your words so dry, your face so wet
Say I broke your heart, but it hasn't happened yet
I'll bet your friends all hate me now
I get the strangest looks from that bitchy crowd
And though they must think they have every reason to
I guess I'm still not quite yet over you

When the words are wrong and you're hanging on
Some other guy's arm, does this mean you're moving on?