Moving Target

I bet everything I had on a mountain town

Moved a mountain around to get here

So I settled and exhaled and the snow took hold

And it got too cold and too clear

Like at the end of The Graduate they're sitting on the bus

And staring out at us thinking"What now?"

Well I'm already wondering 'bout the next place I could go

As my spirits and the snow come down

Why can't my soul find a home and park it?

Happiness I guess is a moving target

In the summer tornados wallop the south

Here the fires come out in a hurry

And my friends are placing bets if I will stick this one out

They know I'm having doubts

Yeah I'm worried

And on top of that I'm wondering if it's just me

And the grass is greener always

I've been so full of longing for so long now

That I don't know how to see straight

Why can't my soul find a home and park it?

Happiness I guess is a moving target

I am not the settling kind

Got to see what else I can find

Pack my hope into a suitcase

I'll put on my best open face

I could be sad in paradise or fine in hell

I don't trust myself lately

Still I might as well keep looking 'cause you never know

Maybe New Mexico is waiting

Why can't my soul find a home and park it?

Happiness I guess is a moving target