歌曲 | Manhattan's Iron Horses (The Last Train Out) |
歌手 | Chamberlain |
专辑 | The Moon My Saddle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Moore, Rubenstein | |
Strange voices calling me back home. | |
I should not have come here alone. | |
I called you from the station, | |
the hands of your voice reached through the phone, | |
saying "what took you so long." | |
(Ride, ride, ride) | |
This is the last train out, | |
(Ride, ride, ride) | |
I'm gonna ride it. | |
When I get back to you | |
we'll sit out back just like we used to, | |
sit quietly trading eyes. | |
We'll stay up for nights on end, | |
you know we always outlived the lamplight; | |
we'll get up and do it all again, again, and again. | |
(Ride, ride, ride) | |
This is the last train out, | |
(Ride, ride, ride) | |
I'm gonna ride it. | |
Tonight a world is stretched out between us, | |
before long we'll be laughing in the same room. | |
All this pain will be a world away | |
when all is said and done. | |
My mind's on the tracks through the fields, | |
and my heart is racing speed and steam. | |
My soul is waking up out of a long-haul dream. | |
I don't care how rough the track is. | |
I'll cross bridges as they're falling down. | |
There's no circumstance that can keep me away from you, | |
no rainstorm I won't pull through. | |
(Ride, ride, ride) | |
This is the last train out, | |
(Ride, ride, ride) | |
I'm gonna ride it. |
zuo qu : Moore, Rubenstein | |
Strange voices calling me back home. | |
I should not have come here alone. | |
I called you from the station, | |
the hands of your voice reached through the phone, | |
saying " what took you so long." | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
This is the last train out, | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
I' m gonna ride it. | |
When I get back to you | |
we' ll sit out back just like we used to, | |
sit quietly trading eyes. | |
We' ll stay up for nights on end, | |
you know we always outlived the lamplight | |
we' ll get up and do it all again, again, and again. | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
This is the last train out, | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
I' m gonna ride it. | |
Tonight a world is stretched out between us, | |
before long we' ll be laughing in the same room. | |
All this pain will be a world away | |
when all is said and done. | |
My mind' s on the tracks through the fields, | |
and my heart is racing speed and steam. | |
My soul is waking up out of a longhaul dream. | |
I don' t care how rough the track is. | |
I' ll cross bridges as they' re falling down. | |
There' s no circumstance that can keep me away from you, | |
no rainstorm I won' t pull through. | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
This is the last train out, | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
I' m gonna ride it. |
zuò qǔ : Moore, Rubenstein | |
Strange voices calling me back home. | |
I should not have come here alone. | |
I called you from the station, | |
the hands of your voice reached through the phone, | |
saying " what took you so long." | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
This is the last train out, | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
I' m gonna ride it. | |
When I get back to you | |
we' ll sit out back just like we used to, | |
sit quietly trading eyes. | |
We' ll stay up for nights on end, | |
you know we always outlived the lamplight | |
we' ll get up and do it all again, again, and again. | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
This is the last train out, | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
I' m gonna ride it. | |
Tonight a world is stretched out between us, | |
before long we' ll be laughing in the same room. | |
All this pain will be a world away | |
when all is said and done. | |
My mind' s on the tracks through the fields, | |
and my heart is racing speed and steam. | |
My soul is waking up out of a longhaul dream. | |
I don' t care how rough the track is. | |
I' ll cross bridges as they' re falling down. | |
There' s no circumstance that can keep me away from you, | |
no rainstorm I won' t pull through. | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
This is the last train out, | |
Ride, ride, ride | |
I' m gonna ride it. |