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 g