A Time To Move On

Take yourself
Take your things
Built it all on memories
Don’t forget them when it’s time to leave
I guess that everything must go
Man I can’t believe we’re selling this place
385 Main
I’m gonna miss this house man
Put your hands in the air if you miss somewhere
Kind of felt like I became myself in this house
I had my secret
You know
I threw out my medicine containers
Feels like the season to heal right now
You know
It’s tim to move on
I found myself in this house
Now that w’re moving out
I find myself lost here
Cuz we made a mess under these basement steps
I can’t regain what’s left of my lost years
They’ll be disappeared here forever like ghosts in an attic
With all the emotions you can hold in an address
One too many times I let go of my attachments
I’m still working on exposing the roll of my emotional baggage
Flashback to the days when we fought wars
My grandma says that there are saints in our floorboards
My whole life I always thought that she was joking but
There were years where there was something watching over us
So maybe she’s right, it was hidden in the mold and dust
Cuz every time that I think about it, it chokes me up
Or maybe it was just the time that we shared
The size of our fears at the height of our stairs
There’s a time to move on
A time to leave
A time to grow up
A time to grieve
It’s time to move on
It’s time to move on
So pick up your weary feet
It’s time that we move on
Take yourself
Take your things
Built it all on memories
Don’t forget them when it’s time to leave
Take yourself
Take your things
Yeah the picture’s bittersweet
But don’t forget it when it’s time to leave
I find myself lost here and withdrawn here
The last night we had the house
We sat down and held hands on the living room floor here
Talked about the winters, the wind would whistle in the windows and the walls
We learned to weather out a storm here
And everything we lived through we suddenly miss
I hope the next family loves it just as much as we did
I hope they paint the hallway a brighter shade of sky blue
And their middle child finds true love in my room
Yeah cuz all the dead memories we’re going through
Could build a cemetery with all that we hold on to
Down in this basement, our emotions would grow up huge
I learned to say the word «cigarette» here, and how to smoke one too
On those nights in the woods below the mountains
Now they filled that whole hillside with houses
Or maybe it was just the burdens we bear
The curtains we closed
We might have heard in our prayers
That there’s a time to move on
A time to leave
A time to grow up
A time to grieve
It’s time to move on
It’s time to move on
So pick up your weary feet
It’s time that we move on
Take yourself
Take your things
Built it all on memories
Don’t forget them when it’s time to leave
Take yourself
Take your things
Yeah the picture’s bittersweet
But don’t forget it when it’s time to leave
There’s a time to move on
There’s a time to leave
There’s a time to follow
There’s a time to lead
There’s a time to wallow
There’s a time to weep
And there’s a time to move on
There’s a time for karma
There’s a time for keeps
There’s a time to stay young
There’s a time to sleep
There’s a time for progress
There’s a time for peace
And there’s a time to move on
To sell your house and move on
Everything must go
Everything must go
I found myself in this house
Yeah everything must go
Everything Must go
I found myself in this house
Everything must go
Everything must go
I found myself in this house
Yeah everything must go
Everything must go
I found myself in this house
Now that we’re moving out
It’s time to leave
Rest in peace
It’s time to move on man
You can’t be sitting in the same place for like half of your life
And be worried
And feel like you’re regretting things
When you’ve barely even done anything with yourself
Get out there and live a little bit man
Move on, let shit go
Pack your old house up in boxes and leave it down in the basement where it
belongs
I hope the next family loves it just as much as we did
I hope they jog their memories enough to run and see this
The front porch flag waving goodbye, hung up a bit
Reminds me of the times as kids we had to suddenly split
When life gets heavy you might have to lift those limbs
We’re still family, no matter what our zip code is
So our feelings might change, but these places remain
I will always know where home is — 385 Main