| 歌曲 | Why She's Acting This Way - Live |
| 歌手 | Townes Van Zandt |
| 专辑 | Live At The Old Quarter, Houston, Texas |
| 作词 : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Like silent she stands | |
| Like laughter she falls | |
| From a castle of sand | |
| Like a memory she crawls | |
| And the mockingbirds grieve | |
| 'cause they can't make her cry | |
| They'll soon start to believe | |
| That the lady has died | |
| What it all goes to show | |
| It ain't my job to say | |
| For who am i to know | |
| Why she's actin' this way | |
| Once again turn away | |
| If you're sure that it's done | |
| Tell your prophets to pray | |
| Tell your bandits to run | |
| Take your eyelids of stone | |
| They won't do you no harm | |
| Take your cross made of bones | |
| Take your your fly-paper arms | |
| And when everything's placed | |
| In your coffin and go | |
| Through a scarf 'round your face | |
| 'cause the subway gets cold | |
| Pack up your sunflower smile | |
| And your bandana blues | |
| Take your worthless denials | |
| They're all you've got left to lose | |
| Take your tinkerbell lies | |
| And your weary desires | |
| Take the tears in your eyes | |
| Take your cup full of fire | |
| Give your lover a call | |
| If your legs start to fail | |
| And he'll come break your fall | |
| With a bed full of nails | |
| No need to glance back again | |
| There ain't nothin' to see | |
| Just this drunken old man | |
| And this woman and me | |
| And you've made it quite plain | |
| That we're just wastin' time | |
| And you say that it seems strange | |
| That i'm staying behind | |
| But you don't worry 'bout me | |
| I can make it alone | |
| 'cause i got no place to be | |
| And i ain't far from home |
| zuò cí : VanZandt | |
| By townes van zandt | |
| Like silent she stands | |
| Like laughter she falls | |
| From a castle of sand | |
| Like a memory she crawls | |
| And the mockingbirds grieve | |
| ' cause they can' t make her cry | |
| They' ll soon start to believe | |
| That the lady has died | |
| What it all goes to show | |
| It ain' t my job to say | |
| For who am i to know | |
| Why she' s actin' this way | |
| Once again turn away | |
| If you' re sure that it' s done | |
| Tell your prophets to pray | |
| Tell your bandits to run | |
| Take your eyelids of stone | |
| They won' t do you no harm | |
| Take your cross made of bones | |
| Take your your flypaper arms | |
| And when everything' s placed | |
| In your coffin and go | |
| Through a scarf ' round your face | |
| ' cause the subway gets cold | |
| Pack up your sunflower smile | |
| And your bandana blues | |
| Take your worthless denials | |
| They' re all you' ve got left to lose | |
| Take your tinkerbell lies | |
| And your weary desires | |
| Take the tears in your eyes | |
| Take your cup full of fire | |
| Give your lover a call | |
| If your legs start to fail | |
| And he' ll come break your fall | |
| With a bed full of nails | |
| No need to glance back again | |
| There ain' t nothin' to see | |
| Just this drunken old man | |
| And this woman and me | |
| And you' ve made it quite plain | |
| That we' re just wastin' time | |
| And you say that it seems strange | |
| That i' m staying behind | |
| But you don' t worry ' bout me | |
| I can make it alone | |
| ' cause i got no place to be | |
| And i ain' t far from home |