Move With Me

I dialled your old digit code And a stranger spoke He said

you left the state a year ago (ooh-ooh)

Standing on the moving walkway at terminal three

Gliding past the empty duty-free

I still have your cracked mug on my kitchen shelf

Funny how we rearrange the space left by someone else

And the automated voice overhead

Repeats the warnings that you always said (ahhhh) I

dialled your old digit code And a stranger spoke He said you

left the state a year ago (ooh-ooh)

But the stranger called me back

He said he found a letter in a drawer pack With my

name written on the front fold It wasn't a dead-end,

just a story untold

I dialled your old digit code

And a stranger spoke

He said you left the state a year ago (ooh-ooh)