Brooke Miller What Kind Of Move Lyrics

What Kind Of Move Lyrics

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