| Song | Moving Trucks |
| Artist | Bob Mould |
| Album | The Last Dog and Pony Show |
| 作词 : Mould | |
| Tell me that you're feeling trapped in this life, thinking of moving away | |
| You say that it's all for the best, we'll both be better off that way | |
| My jaw hits the floor as the words sink in | |
| I didn't know you felt so strongly | |
| Makes me wonder what went wrong | |
| Trust barely drips through the sieve / And I still can't believe it | |
| Our love fades and drifts away / Stand by for the last refrain | |
| The moving trucks are pulling up in our front yard | |
| So this is the way that it feels / I wondered how this might feel | |
| The sound of your voice fades away like an echo in some empty cave | |
| The 411 in my area code has got no listing for me | |
| All my mail sits there in the post box, it seems I've lost the key | |
| Coffee, it comes to a boil / The percolator's making noises | |
| No one left to blame / Stand by for the last refrain | |
| I still hear the moving trucks back up in our front yard | |
| Today is the day I forget all about it / It's over, don't worry about it | |
| Today I can open the window / Today is the day I can fly | |
| Today I am starting the rest of my life / Today, I can touch the sky | |
| And I can leave that beeping sound of that truck behind | |
| No moving trucks to hold me down |
| zuò cí : Mould | |
| Tell me that you' re feeling trapped in this life, thinking of moving away | |
| You say that it' s all for the best, we' ll both be better off that way | |
| My jaw hits the floor as the words sink in | |
| I didn' t know you felt so strongly | |
| Makes me wonder what went wrong | |
| Trust barely drips through the sieve And I still can' t believe it | |
| Our love fades and drifts away Stand by for the last refrain | |
| The moving trucks are pulling up in our front yard | |
| So this is the way that it feels I wondered how this might feel | |
| The sound of your voice fades away like an echo in some empty cave | |
| The 411 in my area code has got no listing for me | |
| All my mail sits there in the post box, it seems I' ve lost the key | |
| Coffee, it comes to a boil The percolator' s making noises | |
| No one left to blame Stand by for the last refrain | |
| I still hear the moving trucks back up in our front yard | |
| Today is the day I forget all about it It' s over, don' t worry about it | |
| Today I can open the window Today is the day I can fly | |
| Today I am starting the rest of my life Today, I can touch the sky | |
| And I can leave that beeping sound of that truck behind | |
| No moving trucks to hold me down |