歌曲 | Walkin' Home Alone |
歌手 | Stan Ridgway |
专辑 | The Big Heat |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Now there's last sunday's paper | |
Crumpled up and rollin' down the street | |
Away | |
And there's a piece of gum | |
Just waitin' for a ride on someone's feet | |
Today | |
Chorus: | |
And tonight i'll be walkin' home alone | |
Now, there's a million things i said | |
And twice as many that i didn't say | |
Yay-ay | |
And i remember an afternoon | |
A broken coffee cup, and some broadway tune | |
And i shook her hand | |
And i said okay | |
And now as i stroll by some skinny dog | |
Left outside without a bone | |
Tonight, i'll be walkin' home alone | |
Chorus repeat | |
And ain't it funny how one afternoon | |
Can make two people stop and say | |
That all the time they spent together | |
Didn't really mean that much anyway... no, not much. | |
Just a sinkful of dirty dishes | |
And a picture in a drawer | |
And a hairbrush on the table | |
And a hole punched in a door | |
And if she were here right now | |
I'd tell her things i never told her before | |
So now i hear a clock and i get up fast | |
Draw the curtain on a brand new day | |
I can't wait to get this cast off | |
The telephone's dead牢牢i guess they turned it off today | |
Turn the key on the mailbox slot | |
Lookin' for a letter, but bills is all i've got | |
And even the cat she left me with | |
Is goin' out with someone else | |
So put another quarter in the jukebox, pete | |
But don't play that one with the sad trombone | |
'cause tonight, i'll be walkin' home alone | |
And tonight, i'll be walkin' home alone | |
All alone | |
Walkin' home | |
All alone. |
Now there' s last sunday' s paper | |
Crumpled up and rollin' down the street | |
Away | |
And there' s a piece of gum | |
Just waitin' for a ride on someone' s feet | |
Today | |
Chorus: | |
And tonight i' ll be walkin' home alone | |
Now, there' s a million things i said | |
And twice as many that i didn' t say | |
Yayay | |
And i remember an afternoon | |
A broken coffee cup, and some broadway tune | |
And i shook her hand | |
And i said okay | |
And now as i stroll by some skinny dog | |
Left outside without a bone | |
Tonight, i' ll be walkin' home alone | |
Chorus repeat | |
And ain' t it funny how one afternoon | |
Can make two people stop and say | |
That all the time they spent together | |
Didn' t really mean that much anyway... no, not much. | |
Just a sinkful of dirty dishes | |
And a picture in a drawer | |
And a hairbrush on the table | |
And a hole punched in a door | |
And if she were here right now | |
I' d tell her things i never told her before | |
So now i hear a clock and i get up fast | |
Draw the curtain on a brand new day | |
I can' t wait to get this cast off | |
The telephone' s dead lao lao i guess they turned it off today | |
Turn the key on the mailbox slot | |
Lookin' for a letter, but bills is all i' ve got | |
And even the cat she left me with | |
Is goin' out with someone else | |
So put another quarter in the jukebox, pete | |
But don' t play that one with the sad trombone | |
' cause tonight, i' ll be walkin' home alone | |
And tonight, i' ll be walkin' home alone | |
All alone | |
Walkin' home | |
All alone. |
Now there' s last sunday' s paper | |
Crumpled up and rollin' down the street | |
Away | |
And there' s a piece of gum | |
Just waitin' for a ride on someone' s feet | |
Today | |
Chorus: | |
And tonight i' ll be walkin' home alone | |
Now, there' s a million things i said | |
And twice as many that i didn' t say | |
Yayay | |
And i remember an afternoon | |
A broken coffee cup, and some broadway tune | |
And i shook her hand | |
And i said okay | |
And now as i stroll by some skinny dog | |
Left outside without a bone | |
Tonight, i' ll be walkin' home alone | |
Chorus repeat | |
And ain' t it funny how one afternoon | |
Can make two people stop and say | |
That all the time they spent together | |
Didn' t really mean that much anyway... no, not much. | |
Just a sinkful of dirty dishes | |
And a picture in a drawer | |
And a hairbrush on the table | |
And a hole punched in a door | |
And if she were here right now | |
I' d tell her things i never told her before | |
So now i hear a clock and i get up fast | |
Draw the curtain on a brand new day | |
I can' t wait to get this cast off | |
The telephone' s dead láo láo i guess they turned it off today | |
Turn the key on the mailbox slot | |
Lookin' for a letter, but bills is all i' ve got | |
And even the cat she left me with | |
Is goin' out with someone else | |
So put another quarter in the jukebox, pete | |
But don' t play that one with the sad trombone | |
' cause tonight, i' ll be walkin' home alone | |
And tonight, i' ll be walkin' home alone | |
All alone | |
Walkin' home | |
All alone. |