| 歌曲 | Wings Of The Ragman |
| 歌手 | Peter Mulvey |
| 专辑 | The Trouble With Poets |
| 作曲 : Goodrich, Mulvey | |
| It's raining down roses on the stop where you stand | |
| As you wait for the morning train | |
| The woman beside you, her shoulders are smoking | |
| Her eyes are filling with flame | |
| And it's nothing new, happens each day | |
| Everyone turns away | |
| And back on the platform, the wings of the ragman | |
| Are stretching and shaking and shining, shining like rain | |
| The street that you live on is brush strokes on canvas | |
| You'd see it if you turned around | |
| The sky fell last wednesday and broke into pieces | |
| And every shard made a sound | |
| But it's nothing new, happenbs each day | |
| And everyone turns away | |
| It's the clock in your kitchen, it's the faces of children | |
| It's the rising, the falling, the lost, the lost and the found | |
| And it's all around you now | |
| It's all around you now | |
| It's all around you now | |
| Still you don't see | |
| Still you don't see | |
| The boy on the porch swing, he left glowing footprints | |
| On the sidewalk as he pased by | |
| Oh, you can't see it, I know you can't see it | |
| And back then, neither could I | |
| But it's nothing new, happens each day | |
| And everyone turns away | |
| And back in your old yard, the tree from your childhood | |
| Is thinking about you, and shivers a sigh | |
| And it's all around you now | |
| It's all around you now | |
| It's all around you now | |
| Still you don't see | |
| Still you don't see |
| zuò qǔ : Goodrich, Mulvey | |
| It' s raining down roses on the stop where you stand | |
| As you wait for the morning train | |
| The woman beside you, her shoulders are smoking | |
| Her eyes are filling with flame | |
| And it' s nothing new, happens each day | |
| Everyone turns away | |
| And back on the platform, the wings of the ragman | |
| Are stretching and shaking and shining, shining like rain | |
| The street that you live on is brush strokes on canvas | |
| You' d see it if you turned around | |
| The sky fell last wednesday and broke into pieces | |
| And every shard made a sound | |
| But it' s nothing new, happenbs each day | |
| And everyone turns away | |
| It' s the clock in your kitchen, it' s the faces of children | |
| It' s the rising, the falling, the lost, the lost and the found | |
| And it' s all around you now | |
| It' s all around you now | |
| It' s all around you now | |
| Still you don' t see | |
| Still you don' t see | |
| The boy on the porch swing, he left glowing footprints | |
| On the sidewalk as he pased by | |
| Oh, you can' t see it, I know you can' t see it | |
| And back then, neither could I | |
| But it' s nothing new, happens each day | |
| And everyone turns away | |
| And back in your old yard, the tree from your childhood | |
| Is thinking about you, and shivers a sigh | |
| And it' s all around you now | |
| It' s all around you now | |
| It' s all around you now | |
| Still you don' t see | |
| Still you don' t see |