歌曲 | October Reasons |
歌手 | Nanci Griffith |
专辑 | Poet in My Window |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Griffith | |
I'm gonna open up the window and let in October | |
And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder | |
Breezes gettin' cooler by the day | |
5 a.m. travelers, bleary eyed and lonely | |
We're all countin' miles and tradin' lanes | |
But if I stopped to call you | |
What would I say? | |
Hell, I know I'd feel the same | |
I can open up the window and let in October | |
Roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
Gonna tie up the pieces and sleep out in the country | |
Where the phone don't ring my dues to pay | |
And the echoes of your city | |
No longer call my name | |
I said I wasn't happy anyway | |
The ghosts in the closet | |
You need to drive away | |
Ain't gonna take this pride I've saved | |
I can open the window and let in October | |
And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
Ain't it gonna be hard when you realize | |
You're still the same old fool inside | |
I ain't gonna let your blues take the prize | |
So honey open up the window and let in October | |
You may never love quite the same | |
And it's yesterday's mornin's | |
Lord they'll always remain |
zuo ci : Griffith | |
I' m gonna open up the window and let in October | |
And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder | |
Breezes gettin' cooler by the day | |
5 a. m. travelers, bleary eyed and lonely | |
We' re all countin' miles and tradin' lanes | |
But if I stopped to call you | |
What would I say? | |
Hell, I know I' d feel the same | |
I can open up the window and let in October | |
Roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
Gonna tie up the pieces and sleep out in the country | |
Where the phone don' t ring my dues to pay | |
And the echoes of your city | |
No longer call my name | |
I said I wasn' t happy anyway | |
The ghosts in the closet | |
You need to drive away | |
Ain' t gonna take this pride I' ve saved | |
I can open the window and let in October | |
And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
Ain' t it gonna be hard when you realize | |
You' re still the same old fool inside | |
I ain' t gonna let your blues take the prize | |
So honey open up the window and let in October | |
You may never love quite the same | |
And it' s yesterday' s mornin' s | |
Lord they' ll always remain |
zuò cí : Griffith | |
I' m gonna open up the window and let in October | |
And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder | |
Breezes gettin' cooler by the day | |
5 a. m. travelers, bleary eyed and lonely | |
We' re all countin' miles and tradin' lanes | |
But if I stopped to call you | |
What would I say? | |
Hell, I know I' d feel the same | |
I can open up the window and let in October | |
Roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
Gonna tie up the pieces and sleep out in the country | |
Where the phone don' t ring my dues to pay | |
And the echoes of your city | |
No longer call my name | |
I said I wasn' t happy anyway | |
The ghosts in the closet | |
You need to drive away | |
Ain' t gonna take this pride I' ve saved | |
I can open the window and let in October | |
And roll up my sleeves in the rain | |
Ain' t it gonna be hard when you realize | |
You' re still the same old fool inside | |
I ain' t gonna let your blues take the prize | |
So honey open up the window and let in October | |
You may never love quite the same | |
And it' s yesterday' s mornin' s | |
Lord they' ll always remain |