If you want to be moving on,
I will not ask, “Where has love gone?”
You can get out where you got in.
You can stand by the road again.

It always hurts to lose a friend,
But, since I know that good times end,
I will not fuss or cut a shine.
I will not cross the centerline.

I’ve heard about God’s limousine;
It may be parked at Fifth and Green.
That’s why I won’t flip my rear view.
I will not wish a wreck on you.

You should not have concerns for me;
Tears will not lead to tragedy.
I know, because time dampens pain,
It’s better to stay in the right-hand lane.