When you see me again somewhere down the open road You'll be saying it then - "You look different than before" And I'll say "No it's not true" Blame it on the light of day But I'll be worse off than you Now I'm crying as you say "We gotta live separate places We gotta start over on separate coasts You gotta see scary new faces You gotta move on You gotta move on You gotta move on and live your kind of life" ♪ In a vacant lot somewhere by an old hotel I'll think of what I forgot and say "Oh it's just as well" Then I'll be sitting inside staring at a bad TV Something happy has died and now what's become of me "We gotta live separate places We gotta start over on separate coasts You gotta see scary new faces You gotta move on You gotta move on You gotta move on and live your kind of life"