In The Shelter 歌词
| 歌曲 | In The Shelter |
| 歌手 | Jimmy Buffett |
| 专辑 | Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffett | |
| In the shelter | |
| In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming | |
| I heard her crying out, "what is it all about? | |
| I just don't know, but | |
| I can't go back home." | |
| Lonely princess | |
| All the days out on your own are growing empty | |
| Nothing is going well | |
| If you could only tell them how you feel | |
| They're too real to understand | |
| Chorus:Too many trite expressions | |
| Ending in forced rejections long ago | |
| Too many innocent faces | |
| Too many far out places something's wrong | |
| Let me tell you that something's wrong | |
| It's been that way so long, and it's a shame | |
| On the street car | |
| To the city where she knows that she might lose it all | |
| Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time | |
| And knowing well this could be her final fall | |
| Past the boutique | |
| Down the alley to the river, people pass her by | |
| Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks | |
| And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry | |
| Chorus:Too many small suggestions | |
| Endin' in angry questions from her dad | |
| Too many t.v. dinners | |
| And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost | |
| No one knows the trials she had | |
| In the shelter | |
| In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming | |
| I heard her crying out, "what is it all about? | |
| I just don't know, but | |
| I can't go back home." | |
| Lord, I just don't know, but | |
| I can't go back home. |
| zuo ci : Buffett | |
| In the shelter | |
| In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming | |
| I heard her crying out, " what is it all about? | |
| I just don' t know, but | |
| I can' t go back home." | |
| Lonely princess | |
| All the days out on your own are growing empty | |
| Nothing is going well | |
| If you could only tell them how you feel | |
| They' re too real to understand | |
| Chorus: Too many trite expressions | |
| Ending in forced rejections long ago | |
| Too many innocent faces | |
| Too many far out places something' s wrong | |
| Let me tell you that something' s wrong | |
| It' s been that way so long, and it' s a shame | |
| On the street car | |
| To the city where she knows that she might lose it all | |
| Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time | |
| And knowing well this could be her final fall | |
| Past the boutique | |
| Down the alley to the river, people pass her by | |
| Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks | |
| And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry | |
| Chorus: Too many small suggestions | |
| Endin' in angry questions from her dad | |
| Too many t. v. dinners | |
| And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost | |
| No one knows the trials she had | |
| In the shelter | |
| In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming | |
| I heard her crying out, " what is it all about? | |
| I just don' t know, but | |
| I can' t go back home." | |
| Lord, I just don' t know, but | |
| I can' t go back home. |
| zuò cí : Buffett | |
| In the shelter | |
| In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming | |
| I heard her crying out, " what is it all about? | |
| I just don' t know, but | |
| I can' t go back home." | |
| Lonely princess | |
| All the days out on your own are growing empty | |
| Nothing is going well | |
| If you could only tell them how you feel | |
| They' re too real to understand | |
| Chorus: Too many trite expressions | |
| Ending in forced rejections long ago | |
| Too many innocent faces | |
| Too many far out places something' s wrong | |
| Let me tell you that something' s wrong | |
| It' s been that way so long, and it' s a shame | |
| On the street car | |
| To the city where she knows that she might lose it all | |
| Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time | |
| And knowing well this could be her final fall | |
| Past the boutique | |
| Down the alley to the river, people pass her by | |
| Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks | |
| And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry | |
| Chorus: Too many small suggestions | |
| Endin' in angry questions from her dad | |
| Too many t. v. dinners | |
| And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost | |
| No one knows the trials she had | |
| In the shelter | |
| In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming | |
| I heard her crying out, " what is it all about? | |
| I just don' t know, but | |
| I can' t go back home." | |
| Lord, I just don' t know, but | |
| I can' t go back home. |
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