Your Kind of Life

When you see me again somewhere down the open road
You'll be saying it then "You look different than before"
And I'll say, "No, it's not true", blame it on the light of day
But I'll be worse off than you, now I'm crying as you say

We gotta live separate places
We gotta start over on separate coasts
You gotta see scary new faces
You gotta move on, you gotta move on
You gotta move on and live your kind of life

In a vacant lot somewhere by an old hotel
I'll think of what I forgot and say, "Oh, it's just as well"
Then I'll be sitting inside staring at a bad TV
Something happy has died and now what's become of me

We gotta live separate places
We gotta start over on separate coasts
You gotta see scary new faces
You gotta move on, you gotta move on
You gotta move on and live your kind of life
You gotta move on and live your kind of life
You gotta move on and live your kind of life