| 歌曲 | 'bout a Train |
| 歌手 | Spin Doctors |
| 专辑 | You've Got to Believe in Something |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barron, Comess | |
| When I hear that train a-coming from the junction | |
| Troublin' my mind is it's favorite function. | |
| It makes that crying on that old air horn | |
| Middle of the night, | |
| I can hear it mourn | |
| The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
| The train's a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
| Love is gone, | |
| I mean washed out in the rain | |
| Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train | |
| Oh, about a train | |
| My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean | |
| And stolen designs for perpetual motion | |
| Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding | |
| Silent man, he won't tell me what it is | |
| What it is he's holding | |
| The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
| The train's a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
| Love is gone, | |
| I mean washed out by the rain | |
| Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train | |
| My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon | |
| Far off lonely home is my only companion | |
| Love is gone, | |
| I mean washed out in the rain | |
| Leaving town, mumbling something about a train |
| zuo ci : Barron, Comess | |
| When I hear that train acoming from the junction | |
| Troublin' my mind is it' s favorite function. | |
| It makes that crying on that old air horn | |
| Middle of the night, | |
| I can hear it mourn | |
| The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
| The train' s a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
| Love is gone, | |
| I mean washed out in the rain | |
| Leaving town and mumbling something ' bout a train | |
| Oh, about a train | |
| My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean | |
| And stolen designs for perpetual motion | |
| Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding | |
| Silent man, he won' t tell me what it is | |
| What it is he' s holding | |
| The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
| The train' s a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
| Love is gone, | |
| I mean washed out by the rain | |
| Leaving town and mumbling something ' bout a train | |
| My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon | |
| Far off lonely home is my only companion | |
| Love is gone, | |
| I mean washed out in the rain | |
| Leaving town, mumbling something about a train |
| zuò cí : Barron, Comess | |
| When I hear that train acoming from the junction | |
| Troublin' my mind is it' s favorite function. | |
| It makes that crying on that old air horn | |
| Middle of the night, | |
| I can hear it mourn | |
| The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
| The train' s a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
| Love is gone, | |
| I mean washed out in the rain | |
| Leaving town and mumbling something ' bout a train | |
| Oh, about a train | |
| My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean | |
| And stolen designs for perpetual motion | |
| Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding | |
| Silent man, he won' t tell me what it is | |
| What it is he' s holding | |
| The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
| The train' s a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
| Love is gone, | |
| I mean washed out by the rain | |
| Leaving town and mumbling something ' bout a train | |
| My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon | |
| Far off lonely home is my only companion | |
| Love is gone, | |
| I mean washed out in the rain | |
| Leaving town, mumbling something about a train |