I'm Moving On

Some may say that an empty-handed man
Will do all he can to hold someone again
But I say to hell with it all
Till there ain’t nothing left to condemn
And like the wind guides the sailor
I raise up the anchor and drift
I’m moving on
I’m moving on
Break down the wall that I lean upon
I’m moving on
By the wayside far away from you
Where I thought time would heal
Faster than I could feel blue
And I find myself at a bitter, wounded road
Where in all of its glory is a story
That’s best left untold
I’m moving on
I’m moving on
Break down the wall that I leaned upon
I’m moving on
I’m moving on
I’m moving on
Break down the wall that I leaned upon
I’m moving on
I’m moving on
I’m moving on
I’m moving on