Lyrics

My voice begins to crack
My vision starts to blur
This empty picture frame
Is just a glimpse of what we were

I reach down for a pen
To tell the world about our end
And when that moments gone I remember
I was wrong


And my blue jeans and boots
And my pocket knives and rings
Are the trappings of a man
Moving on to better things

I drink beer with my dinner
And I smoke my dessert
And I never hurt
Cause I'm moving on
To better things


I ran in to your sister
She came to get your key
I wish she'd take the moments back
That keep on haunting me

The fight in Monterey
The flight from Santa Cruz
And in that morning light I remember
You were right.


And my blue jeans and boots
And my pocket knives and rings
Are the trappings of a man
Moving on to better things

I drink beer with my dinner
And I smoke my dessert
And I never hurt
Cause I'm moving on
To better things


The worst move side to side
The best move in between
Neither liquor nor the lotto
Neither web nor nicotene

Solitary sacrements
Like love and loss
And better things I pray
Are waiting up the road ahead


And my blue jeans and boots
And my pocket knives and rings
Are the trappings of a man
Moving on to better things

I drink beer with my dinner
And I smoke my dessert
And I never hurt
Cause I'm moving on
To better things