Come on and Move Me

Stepped into the garden after midnight,
For a taste of some white light,
Like I had had before.
Talked to the master at the prayer gate,
Sat at his feet and his stone cape,
And tried to breathe his theme.
I was ready to move.
I was ready to move.
Come on, come on and move me.
I was ready to move.
I was ready to move.
Come on, come on and move me.
We met and shared a bottle at the J. Clyde,
I liked his mind, I liked his sweet smile,
And things were fresh and new.
That summer night he lead me to the river,
After the swim I sat and shivered,
I waited for the kiss.
I was ready to move.
I was ready to move.
Come on, come on and move me.
I was ready to move.
I was ready to move.
Come on, come on and move me.
You keep the tea cups,
You keep the t-shirts,
You keep the numbers,
You keep the notes.
You take a walk now,
You make a phone call,
You pull your hair back,
You love your fun,
You love your fun,
You love your fun — Ohhhhh.
I was ready to move.
I was ready to move.
Come on, come on and move me.
I was ready to move.
I was ready to move.
Come on, come on and move me.
I was ready to move.
I was ready to move.
Come on, come on and move me.
I was ready to move.
I was ready to move.
Come on, come on and move me.