Coconut Grove - Night Moves

Short of money

Some say short of pain

How can you win?

Likely never again

To hold me, hold me, hold me, older me

In times…

You tend to take it so bleak that can you tell when it’s turning?

Trying hard not to find the days I stop deserving it

And it’s good love, good love

Kept your bow

Could you need a ribbon?

Hid your love

Should you find it missing

Some say, «Good luck, finding love»

Is this good love, good love?

Good love, good love

When the waiting is tough

Hold me, hold me, old me, older me

In times…

The inner otherness you’ve always had

The doubts you seem to cast

Always trying just to turn it back, but

Until then maybe I just guess we’ll have to go with the fight

Is this good love, good love?

And it’s good love, good love

Hold me, hold me, hold me, older me

Hold me, hold me, hold me, older me

Hold me, hold me, hold me, older me

In times…

Goodbye, goodbye

Some say goodbye

Maybe someday, but I guess we’ll never know quite why