Mark Swinegar - The Mover Lyrics

My mind is missing four Sundays past May
I think it was missing 4 years from that day
All day to ponder climbing uneven stairs
Think while I'm driving as the memories tear
And I'm working, my clothes getting bloody wet
The life of a mover I've come to regret
All day to think what the hell did I do
F*ck what I did, what happened to you
You loved me all up and then started to say
We want what we want and it's different each day
And I work every day my clothes bloody wet
The life of a mover I've come to regret
I own the highway but it's dead and won't move
You own my Bi way took me out of my groove
Now I'm alone floating into the dark
What the hell did you do to my weak gentle heart
And my clothes have gotten all bloody wet
The life of a mover is one to regret
Tomorrow I'll carry my life far away
I'll feel all the sorrow 4 years to this day
And nobody will write me to play on a song
It seems all the singers are long very gone
I work till my clothes are all bloody wet
The life of a mover, I've come to regret