歌曲 | Southern California Line |
歌手 | Steve Wynn |
专辑 | Here Come the Miracles |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wynn | |
Bobby took a ride on a California night | |
On the 7:35 from Salinas | |
Didn't hear a sound there was no one else around | |
He said 'The sky has come between us'. | |
Are you really sure that now's the time? | |
Are you ready to be saved | |
On the Southern California Line? | |
Bobby made a list of the places he had missed | |
And the places where he'd been forgotten | |
Looked upon the list and he tore the list to bits | |
And he wondered how it turned so rotten | |
Bobby's last connection was a thought about confession | |
And a 25-to-life in prison | |
Took a load of pills, leaned against the windowsill | |
And waited till his soul had risen |
zuo ci : Wynn | |
Bobby took a ride on a California night | |
On the 7: 35 from Salinas | |
Didn' t hear a sound there was no one else around | |
He said ' The sky has come between us'. | |
Are you really sure that now' s the time? | |
Are you ready to be saved | |
On the Southern California Line? | |
Bobby made a list of the places he had missed | |
And the places where he' d been forgotten | |
Looked upon the list and he tore the list to bits | |
And he wondered how it turned so rotten | |
Bobby' s last connection was a thought about confession | |
And a 25tolife in prison | |
Took a load of pills, leaned against the windowsill | |
And waited till his soul had risen |
zuò cí : Wynn | |
Bobby took a ride on a California night | |
On the 7: 35 from Salinas | |
Didn' t hear a sound there was no one else around | |
He said ' The sky has come between us'. | |
Are you really sure that now' s the time? | |
Are you ready to be saved | |
On the Southern California Line? | |
Bobby made a list of the places he had missed | |
And the places where he' d been forgotten | |
Looked upon the list and he tore the list to bits | |
And he wondered how it turned so rotten | |
Bobby' s last connection was a thought about confession | |
And a 25tolife in prison | |
Took a load of pills, leaned against the windowsill | |
And waited till his soul had risen |