Moving Away

It gets lonely

Year in, year out in this dry-stone town

So slowly

The days draw in as the nights come down

Absent friends they stayed for the summer

To work in the kitchens and the bars

But now they've gone back South to college

I'm working the late-shift to the last

Moving, moving away

And I'd beg you for an hour if I had the power to make you stay

It was easy

A few short months and it felt like years

You lifted me

You turned my head and you soothed my fears

We'd swop split shifts or take a 'sickie'

To wander on Wallowbarrow hill

But now the crag face lies in shadow

I'm dreaming, as ever, of you still

Moving, moving away

And I'd beg you for an hour if I had the power to make you stay

It gets lonely

Year in, year out in this dry-stone town

So slowly

The days draw in as the nights come down

We go down town to drown our sorrow

Dance to Madonna at 'The Wheel'

I smile and flirt but keep my distance

Alone with this emptiness I feel

Moving, moving away

And I'd beg you for an hour if I had the power to make you stay

Striding Edge song written by Mike Willoughby c+p 2007