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)