Moving On a Holiday

Here comes the first good snow

Only to decorate a vacant yard

Moving out of here tonight

All that's left to do is sweep the floorOld address book in my hand

How'd I lose my place again

The only thing not packed away

Moving on a holidayJust another place left clean

Won't be dreaming here anymore

Empty shelves and lonely keys

Sounds so hollow when I shut the doorDriving slowly, quiet streets

Signals even red and green

Me and what's not thrown away

Moving on a holidayI can almost hear my heart

But the motor's making

Such a peaceful sound

Up across the great divide

And you can't tell

When you start going down