Woman on the Move

I ran every light trying to prove To my woman on the move That I could beat her to it I crashed halfway past Franklin Avenue I howled at the moon Then I took off on foot I'm still in debt from the accident Yeah, I was a wreck when I met you there But looking back, it doesn't seem so bad Da-da (Da-da-da-da) Da-da (Da-da-da-da) Da-da-da-da-da Da-da I worked an office job on the seventh floor Where you, you'd call when I was stoned And temporarily low Looking to pick me up, but the right words never came Still, I, I knew what you were saying I just took it the wrong way I can't defend the way I was back then Yeah, I was a mess when you let me in But looking back, it doesn't seem so bad After all this, Angeles, are you running still? I thought I saw you somewhere in the Hollywood Hills Chasing after anything, heading somewhere new But that's the way you wanted it, you're my woman on the move Ooh, love (Da-da-da-da) Mmm, now love (Da-da-da-da) Fell out of love I'm still spent from the way it went Bent like the shape that you left me in But looking back, it doesn't seem so bad Looking back, it doesn't seem so bad (Da-da-da-da) Looking back, it doesn't seem that bad (Da-da-da-da) (Da-da-da-da) (Da-da-da-da)