Pocket Full of Coins (From the Archives)

Every time I hold your hand it feels like I am all alone

I don't know where I am and I don't feel like I am home

You're throwing words at me but I don't really mind

When you come to your last days it's not me that you will find

Because I'm moving on

I'm moving on

When you wake up in the morning

Darling I'll be gone

I've got pocket full of coins and a mind that's been made up

I've got a ticket to the airport on the early morning bus

I'm flying out of here and I'm leaving you behind

Because I don't know whose you are

But I know that you're not mine

Now I'm moving on

I'm moving on

When you wake up in the morning

Darling I'll be gone

Well I haven't got a job and I don't have a five year plan

And I don't care what you say because I'm content with who I am

And I'll follow in the footsteps of those who've gone before

Remembering to put my trust in he who opened up the door

I'm moving on

I'm moving on

When you wake up in the morning

Darling I'll be gone

Well I had my chance at this

I came so close but somehow missed

The point in what this life is all supposed to be about

I'm not asking for another chance

At this thing you call romance

But I'd like to find a girl

Who I can love in the mornings

In the middle of the days

The afternoons and in the evenings too

Now I'm sitting in a cafe in the old town square in Brugge

The coffee here is average, I'm just paying for the view

I'll expect the unexpected and I'll see what I might find

And I'll hope to fall in love with someone

I can be with for the rest of time

I said I'll hope to fall in love with someone

I can be with for the rest of time

And I'll hope to fall in love with someone

I can be with for the rest of time