歌曲 | Ronnie Song |
歌手 | Tim Barry |
专辑 | Raising Hell & Living Cheap: Live in Richmond (Live) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Best friends day, well, it came and went | |
And not without incident | |
On the hill they’re all moving in | |
But I don’t care much | |
I’m dodging branches from Maple trees | |
They’ve stolen heavy and steady sleep | |
They seized every city street | |
With tuition bought full dirt | |
And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
Watching the Cormorants | |
And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
He asked about old friends | |
I said, I ain’t seen none of them | |
He’s said, they’re all transient, man | |
And their footprints they washed away | |
Still I walk this town | |
Hoping to get lost some how | |
It seems by now though I’ve smoothed a path in every side walk | |
It’s all painted black and gold | |
Black tar where once stood homes | |
Gold in the hand of each student based franchise | |
And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
Watching the Cormorants | |
And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
He asked about old friends | |
I said, I ain’t seen none of them | |
He said, how’d you get here, man? | |
And why’d you stay? | |
Come on brother, let’s make a list | |
Of all those gone that we still miss | |
Let’s make a list of what they believed | |
And we still do | |
Like living first and working last | |
And beating the day before it’s past | |
Like what’s mine is yours, man | |
And what’s yours is mine | |
I think I’ll stay here getting older | |
And angrier | |
And getting louder with each passing day | |
And think about old friends | |
And all that I have learned from them | |
They may have moved on, man | |
But we’ll all be gone someday |
Best friends day, well, it came and went | |
And not without incident | |
On the hill they' re all moving in | |
But I don' t care much | |
I' m dodging branches from Maple trees | |
They' ve stolen heavy and steady sleep | |
They seized every city street | |
With tuition bought full dirt | |
And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
Watching the Cormorants | |
And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
He asked about old friends | |
I said, I ain' t seen none of them | |
He' s said, they' re all transient, man | |
And their footprints they washed away | |
Still I walk this town | |
Hoping to get lost some how | |
It seems by now though I' ve smoothed a path in every side walk | |
It' s all painted black and gold | |
Black tar where once stood homes | |
Gold in the hand of each student based franchise | |
And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
Watching the Cormorants | |
And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
He asked about old friends | |
I said, I ain' t seen none of them | |
He said, how' d you get here, man? | |
And why' d you stay? | |
Come on brother, let' s make a list | |
Of all those gone that we still miss | |
Let' s make a list of what they believed | |
And we still do | |
Like living first and working last | |
And beating the day before it' s past | |
Like what' s mine is yours, man | |
And what' s yours is mine | |
I think I' ll stay here getting older | |
And angrier | |
And getting louder with each passing day | |
And think about old friends | |
And all that I have learned from them | |
They may have moved on, man | |
But we' ll all be gone someday |
Best friends day, well, it came and went | |
And not without incident | |
On the hill they' re all moving in | |
But I don' t care much | |
I' m dodging branches from Maple trees | |
They' ve stolen heavy and steady sleep | |
They seized every city street | |
With tuition bought full dirt | |
And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
Watching the Cormorants | |
And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
He asked about old friends | |
I said, I ain' t seen none of them | |
He' s said, they' re all transient, man | |
And their footprints they washed away | |
Still I walk this town | |
Hoping to get lost some how | |
It seems by now though I' ve smoothed a path in every side walk | |
It' s all painted black and gold | |
Black tar where once stood homes | |
Gold in the hand of each student based franchise | |
And I sat at the river with Ronnie | |
Watching the Cormorants | |
And the Osprey diving for their prey | |
He asked about old friends | |
I said, I ain' t seen none of them | |
He said, how' d you get here, man? | |
And why' d you stay? | |
Come on brother, let' s make a list | |
Of all those gone that we still miss | |
Let' s make a list of what they believed | |
And we still do | |
Like living first and working last | |
And beating the day before it' s past | |
Like what' s mine is yours, man | |
And what' s yours is mine | |
I think I' ll stay here getting older | |
And angrier | |
And getting louder with each passing day | |
And think about old friends | |
And all that I have learned from them | |
They may have moved on, man | |
But we' ll all be gone someday |