christine lavin
moving target
Lately she feels at home in airports Feels at home on trains More comfortable with strangers Than with those who know her name She'd rather be herded onto a 767 Hurdled through the sky Then to be safe and sound on ground With him looking into her eyes.  She's a Moving Target She prefers it that way She's leaving town tomorrow She got in yesterday Aw she's a Moving Target Now she's here now she's not Now he's weighing the pros and cons Of what exactly he's got.  Lately he's become accustomed to  The sound of a pre-recorded voice Explaining why it is she's unreachable It's business It's choice He used to leave her heartfelt messages Now he slams the receiver down She picks up the signal loud and clear In a phone booth in a boarder town.  She's a Moving Target He's so slow to take aim He sees her profile east and west A boarding pass with her name Aw She's a Moving Target Now she's here now she's not Now he's weighing the pros and cons Of what exactly he's got.  Now she's settling down for the night "Do not disturb" on her door He's in a bar drinking beer with his buddies Wondering what did he fall in love for He never understood girls very much He don't understand women at all He'd like to phone her up and yell Or tell her that he loves her But where in the hell do you call  A Moving Target Leave your message at the tone Oh he longs for the bygone days When women were afraid to be alone Aw she's a Moving Target Now she's here, now she's not Now he's weighing the pro's and con's  Of what exactly he's got