Susan Anders

Lyrics

MOVING TARGET
© 2025 Susan Anders/Son of Zanna (ASCAP)

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