Goodnight America 歌词

	作词 : Carpenter
	I'm standing at a traffic light somewhere in
	West L.A.Waiting for the sign to change then
	I'll be on my way
	The noise, the heat, the crush of cars just robs me of my nerve
	And someone yells and blasts their horn and pins me to the curb
	I'm a stranger here, no one you would know
	My ship has not come in but
	I keep hoping though
	And I keep looking past, the sun that sets above
	Saying to myself, goodnight
	AmericaAnd
	I'm driving into
	Houston on a rain slicked
	Texas road
	Land so flat and sky so dark,
	I say a prayer to float
	Should all at once the
	Sanasito surge beyond it's banks
	Like Noah reaching higher ground
	I'd offer up my thanks'
	Cause I'm a stranger here, no one you would know
	I'm just passing through,
	I am therefore
	I goThe moon rose in the east but now it's right above
	As I say aloud, goodnight
	AmericaMidnight, it's hard to see the stars
	Out on a highway near
	AtlantaFull of strip malls and used cars
	First light just roll your window down
	And smell the salty air
	Perfume of
	Charleston
	TownI'm looking with a pilgrim's eyes upon some promised land
	And dreaming with my heart outstretched as if it were my hand
	And I'll hit the cross
	Bronx just in time to beat the rush hour lock
	I've got no clue what time it is from this world's busted clock
	I'm a stranger here, no one you would know
	I'm from somewhere else, well, isn't everybody though?
	I don't know where
	I'll be when the sun comes up
	Until then sweet dreams, goodnight
	America

	zuo ci : Carpenter
	I' m standing at a traffic light somewhere in
	West L. A. Waiting for the sign to change then
	I' ll be on my way
	The noise, the heat, the crush of cars just robs me of my nerve
	And someone yells and blasts their horn and pins me to the curb
	I' m a stranger here, no one you would know
	My ship has not come in but
	I keep hoping though
	And I keep looking past, the sun that sets above
	Saying to myself, goodnight
	AmericaAnd
	I' m driving into
	Houston on a rain slicked
	Texas road
	Land so flat and sky so dark,
	I say a prayer to float
	Should all at once the
	Sanasito surge beyond it' s banks
	Like Noah reaching higher ground
	I' d offer up my thanks'
	Cause I' m a stranger here, no one you would know
	I' m just passing through,
	I am therefore
	I goThe moon rose in the east but now it' s right above
	As I say aloud, goodnight
	AmericaMidnight, it' s hard to see the stars
	Out on a highway near
	AtlantaFull of strip malls and used cars
	First light just roll your window down
	And smell the salty air
	Perfume of
	Charleston
	TownI' m looking with a pilgrim' s eyes upon some promised land
	And dreaming with my heart outstretched as if it were my hand
	And I' ll hit the cross
	Bronx just in time to beat the rush hour lock
	I' ve got no clue what time it is from this world' s busted clock
	I' m a stranger here, no one you would know
	I' m from somewhere else, well, isn' t everybody though?
	I don' t know where
	I' ll be when the sun comes up
	Until then sweet dreams, goodnight
	America

	zuò cí : Carpenter
	I' m standing at a traffic light somewhere in
	West L. A. Waiting for the sign to change then
	I' ll be on my way
	The noise, the heat, the crush of cars just robs me of my nerve
	And someone yells and blasts their horn and pins me to the curb
	I' m a stranger here, no one you would know
	My ship has not come in but
	I keep hoping though
	And I keep looking past, the sun that sets above
	Saying to myself, goodnight
	AmericaAnd
	I' m driving into
	Houston on a rain slicked
	Texas road
	Land so flat and sky so dark,
	I say a prayer to float
	Should all at once the
	Sanasito surge beyond it' s banks
	Like Noah reaching higher ground
	I' d offer up my thanks'
	Cause I' m a stranger here, no one you would know
	I' m just passing through,
	I am therefore
	I goThe moon rose in the east but now it' s right above
	As I say aloud, goodnight
	AmericaMidnight, it' s hard to see the stars
	Out on a highway near
	AtlantaFull of strip malls and used cars
	First light just roll your window down
	And smell the salty air
	Perfume of
	Charleston
	TownI' m looking with a pilgrim' s eyes upon some promised land
	And dreaming with my heart outstretched as if it were my hand
	And I' ll hit the cross
	Bronx just in time to beat the rush hour lock
	I' ve got no clue what time it is from this world' s busted clock
	I' m a stranger here, no one you would know
	I' m from somewhere else, well, isn' t everybody though?
	I don' t know where
	I' ll be when the sun comes up
	Until then sweet dreams, goodnight
	America

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