歌曲 | Farther On |
歌手 | Denison Witmer |
专辑 | Recovered |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Browne | |
(Jackson Browne) | |
In my early years I hid my tears | |
And passed my days alone | |
Adrift on an ocean of loneliness | |
My dreams like nets were thrown | |
To catch the love that I'd heard of | |
In books and films and songs | |
There's a world of illusion and fantasy | |
In the place where the real world belongs | |
Now I look for the beauty in songs | |
To fill my head and lead me on | |
Though my dreams have come up torn and empty | |
As many times as love has come and gone | |
To those gentle ones my memory runs | |
To the laughter we shared at the meals | |
I filled their kitchens and living rooms | |
With my dreams and my broken wheels | |
It was never clear how far or near | |
The gates to my citadel lay | |
They were cutting from stone some dreams of their own | |
But they listened to mine anyway | |
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say | |
It could be I've lost my way | |
Though I keep a watch over the distance | |
Heaven's no closer than it was yesterday | |
And the angels are older | |
They know not to wait up for the sun | |
They look over my shoulder | |
At the maps and the drawings of the journey I've begun | |
Now the distance leads me farther on | |
Though the reasons I once had are gone | |
I keep thinking I'll find what I'm looking for | |
In the sand beneath the dawn | |
And the angels are older | |
They can see that the sun's setting fast | |
They look over my shoulder | |
At the vision of paradise | |
Contained in the light of the past | |
And they lay down behind me | |
To sleep beside the road | |
Till the morning has come | |
Where they know they will find me | |
With my maps and my faith in the distance | |
Moving farther on |
zuo qu : Browne | |
Jackson Browne | |
In my early years I hid my tears | |
And passed my days alone | |
Adrift on an ocean of loneliness | |
My dreams like nets were thrown | |
To catch the love that I' d heard of | |
In books and films and songs | |
There' s a world of illusion and fantasy | |
In the place where the real world belongs | |
Now I look for the beauty in songs | |
To fill my head and lead me on | |
Though my dreams have come up torn and empty | |
As many times as love has come and gone | |
To those gentle ones my memory runs | |
To the laughter we shared at the meals | |
I filled their kitchens and living rooms | |
With my dreams and my broken wheels | |
It was never clear how far or near | |
The gates to my citadel lay | |
They were cutting from stone some dreams of their own | |
But they listened to mine anyway | |
I' m not sure what I' m trying to say | |
It could be I' ve lost my way | |
Though I keep a watch over the distance | |
Heaven' s no closer than it was yesterday | |
And the angels are older | |
They know not to wait up for the sun | |
They look over my shoulder | |
At the maps and the drawings of the journey I' ve begun | |
Now the distance leads me farther on | |
Though the reasons I once had are gone | |
I keep thinking I' ll find what I' m looking for | |
In the sand beneath the dawn | |
And the angels are older | |
They can see that the sun' s setting fast | |
They look over my shoulder | |
At the vision of paradise | |
Contained in the light of the past | |
And they lay down behind me | |
To sleep beside the road | |
Till the morning has come | |
Where they know they will find me | |
With my maps and my faith in the distance | |
Moving farther on |
zuò qǔ : Browne | |
Jackson Browne | |
In my early years I hid my tears | |
And passed my days alone | |
Adrift on an ocean of loneliness | |
My dreams like nets were thrown | |
To catch the love that I' d heard of | |
In books and films and songs | |
There' s a world of illusion and fantasy | |
In the place where the real world belongs | |
Now I look for the beauty in songs | |
To fill my head and lead me on | |
Though my dreams have come up torn and empty | |
As many times as love has come and gone | |
To those gentle ones my memory runs | |
To the laughter we shared at the meals | |
I filled their kitchens and living rooms | |
With my dreams and my broken wheels | |
It was never clear how far or near | |
The gates to my citadel lay | |
They were cutting from stone some dreams of their own | |
But they listened to mine anyway | |
I' m not sure what I' m trying to say | |
It could be I' ve lost my way | |
Though I keep a watch over the distance | |
Heaven' s no closer than it was yesterday | |
And the angels are older | |
They know not to wait up for the sun | |
They look over my shoulder | |
At the maps and the drawings of the journey I' ve begun | |
Now the distance leads me farther on | |
Though the reasons I once had are gone | |
I keep thinking I' ll find what I' m looking for | |
In the sand beneath the dawn | |
And the angels are older | |
They can see that the sun' s setting fast | |
They look over my shoulder | |
At the vision of paradise | |
Contained in the light of the past | |
And they lay down behind me | |
To sleep beside the road | |
Till the morning has come | |
Where they know they will find me | |
With my maps and my faith in the distance | |
Moving farther on |