| 歌曲 | Cherry Lane |
| 歌手 | Ryan Adams & The Cardinals |
| 专辑 | Cold Roses |
| 作词 : Ryan Adams/J.P. Bowersock/Cindy Cashdollar/Brad Pemberton/Catherine Popper | |
| 作曲 : Ryan Adams/J.P. Bowersock/Cindy Cashdollar/Brad Pemberton/Catherine Popper | |
| Every night I read this novel about you | |
| Holding roses in the pouring rain | |
| But the ending's tore up, trying to hail a cab | |
| Think no one can read you, but I can | |
| Well we move into a house down on Cherry Lane | |
| And watch the world go by | |
| I'm missing a page | |
| I wanna be the one who walks you home | |
| Who walks you home tonight | |
| Stare into her eyes and then try and explain it | |
| But it's written in a language that was meant to **** you up | |
| And I can never get close enough | |
| But I lie... | |
| But I lie down on her pillow | |
| And you feel like you was going away | |
| Going away when you got no place to go | |
| But back in her arms lying on her pillow | |
| Curled up with a book down on Cherry Lane | |
| The glass it hits the floor and you're walking away | |
| But I wanna be the one who walks you home | |
| Who walks you home anyway | |
| Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it | |
| Try to explain it away | |
| I wanna be the one who walks you home | |
| Who walks you home tonight | |
| Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it | |
| Try to explain it | |
| But that shit just ****s you up | |
| And I can never get close enough | |
| I can never get close | |
| I can never get close enough | |
| I can never get close enough to you... | |
| To you |
| zuò cí : Ryan Adams J. P. Bowersock Cindy Cashdollar Brad Pemberton Catherine Popper | |
| zuò qǔ : Ryan Adams J. P. Bowersock Cindy Cashdollar Brad Pemberton Catherine Popper | |
| Every night I read this novel about you | |
| Holding roses in the pouring rain | |
| But the ending' s tore up, trying to hail a cab | |
| Think no one can read you, but I can | |
| Well we move into a house down on Cherry Lane | |
| And watch the world go by | |
| I' m missing a page | |
| I wanna be the one who walks you home | |
| Who walks you home tonight | |
| Stare into her eyes and then try and explain it | |
| But it' s written in a language that was meant to you up | |
| And I can never get close enough | |
| But I lie... | |
| But I lie down on her pillow | |
| And you feel like you was going away | |
| Going away when you got no place to go | |
| But back in her arms lying on her pillow | |
| Curled up with a book down on Cherry Lane | |
| The glass it hits the floor and you' re walking away | |
| But I wanna be the one who walks you home | |
| Who walks you home anyway | |
| Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it | |
| Try to explain it away | |
| I wanna be the one who walks you home | |
| Who walks you home tonight | |
| Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it | |
| Try to explain it | |
| But that shit just s you up | |
| And I can never get close enough | |
| I can never get close | |
| I can never get close enough | |
| I can never get close enough to you... | |
| To you |