I can't believe he's such a sore loser   "Maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers."   Raise up the glass and toast the motherfucker   "Just move along."      How did you get that bruise up on your shoulder?   You are so Sisyphus, just pushing on your boulder   Someday you'll take a break   When you're older you just move along      I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored    And they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover   So I severed his hands and glued them to her mother   Just glued them on      Just what is it about Indian Summer?   Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter   Maybe I'm just a sucker for the colors   That just move along?      Just move along   Just move along   Just move along   Just move along   Just move along   Just move along   Just move along