Moving On

I'm standing in a cold and empty room, my footsteps are sounding on the floor; The furniture has gone, and I'm leaving soon, When I turn the key and lock the front door. I'm saying farewell to the place that we called home, That is, Melissa, and the kids and me; But Melissa's not here, and the kids have moved on, And now I know, it's happening to me. So I spend a little time in every room, Remembering, the laughter, and the tears; And sweet Melissa, who had to leave too soon, And never knew too many golden years. And then I turn the key and lock the door, And suddenly the house looks very small; I walk away, but then look back once more, And I tell the taxi driver where to call. Yes, I've got a fine apartment, with a great view of the bay, But living on my own, is not the same; I miss my wife and children, and there's not much more to say, But how it's all worked out is such a shame. Now I'm moving on, and getting by, Well you have to, if you want to show some pride; It's not easy, but I'm going to try, Despite the hurt I'll always feel inside. And I'll keep moving on….moving on.