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The man who can't be moved:)



Going back to the corner where i first saw you,
gonna camp in my sleeping bag. i'm not gonna move,
got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
saying if you see this girl can you tell her where i am,
some try to hand me money they don't understand,
i'm not... broke i'm just a broken hearted man,
i know it makes no sense, but what else can i do,
how can i move on when i've been in love with you...

cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i can be,
thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

so i'm not moving...
i'm not moving.

policeman says son you can't stay here,
i said there's someone i'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
if she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.

cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i can be,
thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

so i'm not moving...
i'm not moving.
i'm not moving...
i'm not moving.

people talk about the guy
whos waiting on a girl
there are no holes in his shoes
but a big hole in his world

hmmmm
maybe i'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
and maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
and you'll come running to the corner
cos you'll know it's just for you

i'm the man who can't be moved
i'm the man who can't be moved

cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i can be,
thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street


so i'm not moving
i'm not moving
i'm not moving
i'm not moving

Going back to the corner where i first saw you,
gonna camp in my sleeping bag not i'm not gonna move.

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