She Moves On (Live at Central Park, New York, NY - August 15, 1991)

I feel good, it's a fine day

The way the sun hits off the runway

A cloud shifts, the plane lifts

She moves on

But feel the bite whenever you believe that

You'll be lost and love will find you

When the road bends, when the song ends

She moves on

And I know the reason I feel so blessed

My heart still splashes inside my chest

But she, she is like a top, she cannot stop

She moves on

A sympathetic stranger

Lights a candle in the middle of the night

Her voice cracks, she jumps back

But she moves on, moves on

She says

"Oo-oo-oo-ooh, my storybook lover

You have underestimated my power

As you shortly will discover"

Then I fall to my knees

I shake a rattle at the skies

And I'm afraid that I'll be taken, abandoned, forsaken

In her cold coffee eyes

She can't sleep now

The moon is red

She fights a fever

She burns in bed

She needs to talk so

We take a walk down in the maroon light

She says

"Maybe these emotions are

As near to love as love will ever be"

So I agree

Then the moon breaks

She takes the corner

That's all she takes

She moves on, she moves on

She says

"Oo-oo-ooh, my storybook lover

You have underestimated my power

As you shortly will discover"

Then I fall to my knees

I grow weak, I go slack

As if she captured the breath of my voice in a bottle

And I, I can't catch it back, no-no-no-no-no-no-no

But I feel good, it's a fine day

The way the sun hits off the runway

A cloud shifts, the plane lifts

She moves on, on and on