Does This Mean You're Moving On? - Live From Walt Disney Concert Hall

And the funny thing is, it has no end
I try to call you up at 2 a.m.
In some crowded bar, your ringer tones
Crowd my mind
I can see you through the phone, the phone, the phone
And I'm wide awake at home, at home, at home
So, I think I'll see my coquette, I hope you won't
Catch the whiskey on my breath, my breath, my breath

Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street
And the cars flew by through The Bowery
I come to your door, and I hear a moan
Then another voice
Oh, Christ, she's not alone, alone, alone
And my heart sinks like a stone, a stone, a stone
And the tears won't even come, I feel so numb
And swept aside, and dumb, and dumb, and dumb

When the words are wrong and my patience gone
Will you tell me, does this mean you're moving on?

From the balcony, you call my name
I see you standing in the rain
Your words so dry, your face so wet
You said I broke your heart, but it hasn't happened yet
I'll bet your friends all hate me now
I get the strangest looks from that bitchy crowd
And though they must think they have every reason to
I guess, I'm just, not quite yet over you

When the words are wrong and she's hanging on
Some other guy's arm, does this mean she's moving on?

This is the Vermont Highschool Marching Band, everybody