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?