| 歌曲 | Faraway You |
| 歌手 | Marah |
| 专辑 | Kids In Philly |
| 作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| Hey, I got on the bus | |
| Found myself a seat | |
| More people pilin' on | |
| I watch the busy street | |
| Snow was comin' down | |
| And more was on the ground | |
| What's rollin' into town | |
| Said I'd better get back home | |
| I seen a rain soaked mattress | |
| ‘neath the apartment house of death | |
| Strewn in a vacant mess | |
| All watered-down and wet | |
| I seen the horse cops take the beat | |
| Makin' horseshoes in the sleet | |
| Outside the dollar store | |
| I didn't have a broken heart | |
| I was not that lonely yet | |
| When life played a trick on me | |
| I'm afraid I didn't get | |
| Seen two lovers in the park | |
| Felt the blood rush to my fists | |
| They were sittin' on a bench | |
| Entangled in a kiss… | |
| Which wouldn't mean a goddamned thing | |
| It wouldn't be no big to do | |
| But even from behind I could see that she was you | |
| She was… | |
| Faraway you - what is it you do? | |
| Treat me so cruel, act so faraway | |
| Sittin' on the bus | |
| Heard the driver signal sound | |
| More people pilin' on, | |
| Other people climbin' down | |
| I seen a dumpster bum appeased | |
| Dinin' on a dumpster feast | |
| He looked up at me, | |
| We turned the corner headin' east | |
| And then we made a couple rights | |
| My face had faded white | |
| Stopped at a traffic light | |
| And made a left on 17th… | |
| Then I got off the bus | |
| Found my apartment door | |
| Held the keys up to the lock | |
| And they jangled to the floor | |
| Well I jangled down beside ‘em | |
| And I guess I might've slept | |
| ‘Cause when I woke up in the mornin' | |
| I was still out on the step. | |
| Singin'… | |
| Faraway you - what is it you do? | |
| Treat me so cruel, act so faraway |
| zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
| Hey, I got on the bus | |
| Found myself a seat | |
| More people pilin' on | |
| I watch the busy street | |
| Snow was comin' down | |
| And more was on the ground | |
| What' s rollin' into town | |
| Said I' d better get back home | |
| I seen a rain soaked mattress | |
| ' neath the apartment house of death | |
| Strewn in a vacant mess | |
| All watereddown and wet | |
| I seen the horse cops take the beat | |
| Makin' horseshoes in the sleet | |
| Outside the dollar store | |
| I didn' t have a broken heart | |
| I was not that lonely yet | |
| When life played a trick on me | |
| I' m afraid I didn' t get | |
| Seen two lovers in the park | |
| Felt the blood rush to my fists | |
| They were sittin' on a bench | |
| Entangled in a kiss | |
| Which wouldn' t mean a goddamned thing | |
| It wouldn' t be no big to do | |
| But even from behind I could see that she was you | |
| She was | |
| Faraway you what is it you do? | |
| Treat me so cruel, act so faraway | |
| Sittin' on the bus | |
| Heard the driver signal sound | |
| More people pilin' on, | |
| Other people climbin' down | |
| I seen a dumpster bum appeased | |
| Dinin' on a dumpster feast | |
| He looked up at me, | |
| We turned the corner headin' east | |
| And then we made a couple rights | |
| My face had faded white | |
| Stopped at a traffic light | |
| And made a left on 17th | |
| Then I got off the bus | |
| Found my apartment door | |
| Held the keys up to the lock | |
| And they jangled to the floor | |
| Well I jangled down beside ' em | |
| And I guess I might' ve slept | |
| ' Cause when I woke up in the mornin' | |
| I was still out on the step. | |
| Singin' | |
| Faraway you what is it you do? | |
| Treat me so cruel, act so faraway |