What kind of move is the best thing   For leaving you in the I don't know   You can leave the best of a cool nest   But there's no master plan when you go   You hear the swearing and the laughter   Smoke coming in from the neighbors next door      My Christina had the toughest set of lungs   She could out sing anyone   She'd have them up on the small floor dancing   Anyone knew anyone   I hate to be leaving in the middle of this   What can I say but      This city is chorded there's rhythm in the traffic   Spokes in the wheels wherever you go   I'm just one exception to be sitting here   Trying to carve out some kind of a home      Everyone around here lets their cats loose   To control the mice   It's the kind of neighborhood with a few broken down houses   But it's kinda nice      Going through photos of places you've been   The places you part   It's the packing and the moving that really holds on   To the rungs of a lonely heart      Just when you think it's over   Something new begins   Somewhere in the grander scheme of scheming   Just when you think you're stepping out   That's when you're stepping in   It leaves you open windowed and ever dreaming