Child of Moving On

I, I thought I forgot you
I thought I forgot the way
That you looked at me
But you, you got it all
When you left me behind
When you let me go
But now I'm back,
Back here to let you know
That what you did
Ain't something I can let go of
And I am a child of moving on
And honey I swore
No more prayers
No more tears
And no more songs
I had to give it up
Cuz you had the style (I give you that)
You had the eyes (I give you that)
You had it all
But now it's gone
Now it's gone
Now it's gone
And I went all right with it baby
And every day you call
And every day you pick up the phone
It is a-killing me
And I am a child of moving on
Of moving on
And I am a kind
of a child
That is giving you
The benefit of a doubt
The kind
Of a child
That is roughing it sitting on down here
And working it all out
The kind
That is building a wall
And catching you fall
And after all
It's a-clear that
There is something good here
And I am a child
Of movin on
Of moving on
Of moving on
And honey I swore
I would never write another song
I would never say another prayer
I would never give another look babe
I had to give it up
Give it up
Cause you had the style (I give you that)
You had the eye (I give you that)
You had it all
But then you went and you
Gave it on up
You gave it on up
And now I am a kind
Of a child that is
Giving you the benefit of a doubt
The kind of a child
That is roughing it sitting on down here
And working it all out
The kind that is building a wall
And catching you fall
And after all
It's a-clear that
There's something good here
And I am a child
Of moving on
Of moving it on
Of moving it on
Of moving on
Oh oh oh oh oh
Of moving on