I keep thinking about all of those things
We were going to do some day, somehow
Now I'm barely leaving the house
What did you do with my forward motion now?
I'm thinking about cutting my hair
Look at it, standing up all everywhere
You used to hide your face in it
Where did you go with my forward motion?
You said, "You can stay the night"
I said, "No, no, no, well alright"
That's how this started
Hey, next time you're in town
You should come around
We're not finished yet, no
Last Christmas time we went
Camping on a dry red river bank
That night I saw the stars dance
What did you do with my forward motion?
