Moving On (Stretford)

Moving on from the end of our friendship,
It is sometimes easy to look over the bridge
And look how far we have come
Before the coin sinks into the water.

Moving on from the end of our friendship,
You can count the ripples in the moonlight
Which once used to cause such a splash
Now disappear totally without a trace.

Moving on from the end of our friendship,
You can see the sunset sinking rapidly
When once we’ould painted everybody dry
Now spiral into endless decay,

Making you glad you moved away.