Waiting At The Gate 歌词

	作词 : Brackman, Simon
	Written：Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman
	An occasional joint, a glass or two of beer
	Still I would never have guessed that you'd wind up here
	In a half-way house, on a dead-end street
	In a run-down part of a one-horse town
	But just do what they say, don't worry 'bout your girl
	'Cause I won't run away, and I won't run around
	And I won't let you down, and without a doubt
	I'll be waiting, waiting
	Waiting at the gate when they let you out
	You set the world on fire, dancing after dark
	Now you're playing solitaire in a fenced-in park
	I'm not the one to judge you, so baby don't be scared
	No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared
	I'll be back on the ninth, I've circled the date
	Three o'clock sharp, and I won't be late
	You've been through hell I know what that's all about
	And I'll be waiting, waiting
	Waiting at the gate when they let you out
	The doctors have so little faith
	They say you were a classic case
	They said the chance is eight in ten
	They'd see you back in here again
	But I'm counting on you to prove the doctors wrong
	I'm imagining you, healthy and strong
	Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue
	Looking like a baby picture of you
	Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand
	The howling at your back, a brand new man
	Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout
	And I'll be waiting waiting
	Waiting at the gate when they let you out...

	zuo ci : Brackman, Simon
	Written: Carly Simon Jacob Brackman
	An occasional joint, a glass or two of beer
	Still I would never have guessed that you' d wind up here
	In a halfway house, on a deadend street
	In a rundown part of a onehorse town
	But just do what they say, don' t worry ' bout your girl
	' Cause I won' t run away, and I won' t run around
	And I won' t let you down, and without a doubt
	I' ll be waiting, waiting
	Waiting at the gate when they let you out
	You set the world on fire, dancing after dark
	Now you' re playing solitaire in a fencedin park
	I' m not the one to judge you, so baby don' t be scared
	No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared
	I' ll be back on the ninth, I' ve circled the date
	Three o' clock sharp, and I won' t be late
	You' ve been through hell I know what that' s all about
	And I' ll be waiting, waiting
	Waiting at the gate when they let you out
	The doctors have so little faith
	They say you were a classic case
	They said the chance is eight in ten
	They' d see you back in here again
	But I' m counting on you to prove the doctors wrong
	I' m imagining you, healthy and strong
	Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue
	Looking like a baby picture of you
	Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand
	The howling at your back, a brand new man
	Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout
	And I' ll be waiting waiting
	Waiting at the gate when they let you out...

	zuò cí : Brackman, Simon
	Written: Carly Simon Jacob Brackman
	An occasional joint, a glass or two of beer
	Still I would never have guessed that you' d wind up here
	In a halfway house, on a deadend street
	In a rundown part of a onehorse town
	But just do what they say, don' t worry ' bout your girl
	' Cause I won' t run away, and I won' t run around
	And I won' t let you down, and without a doubt
	I' ll be waiting, waiting
	Waiting at the gate when they let you out
	You set the world on fire, dancing after dark
	Now you' re playing solitaire in a fencedin park
	I' m not the one to judge you, so baby don' t be scared
	No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared
	I' ll be back on the ninth, I' ve circled the date
	Three o' clock sharp, and I won' t be late
	You' ve been through hell I know what that' s all about
	And I' ll be waiting, waiting
	Waiting at the gate when they let you out
	The doctors have so little faith
	They say you were a classic case
	They said the chance is eight in ten
	They' d see you back in here again
	But I' m counting on you to prove the doctors wrong
	I' m imagining you, healthy and strong
	Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue
	Looking like a baby picture of you
	Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand
	The howling at your back, a brand new man
	Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout
	And I' ll be waiting waiting
	Waiting at the gate when they let you out...

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