歌曲 | 200 More Miles |
歌手 | Cowboy Junkies |
专辑 | Trinity Revisited |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Timmins | |
【200 More Miles】 | |
Atlanta's a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
like a signal fire | |
I got Willie on the radio | |
a dozen things on my mind | |
and number one is fleshing out | |
these dreams of mine | |
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
to fall into tonight | |
In Nashville there is a lighter | |
in a case for all to see | |
it speaks of dreams and heartaches | |
left unsung | |
And in the corner stands a guitar and | |
lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand | |
I don't travel past, travel hard before | |
and I'm beginning to understand | |
That I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
to fall into tonight | |
They say that I am crazy | |
my life wasting on this road | |
that time will find my dreams | |
scared or dead and cold | |
But I heard there is a light | |
drawing me to reach an end | |
and when I reach there, I'll turn back | |
and you and I can begin again | |
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
to fall into tonight | |
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows | |
for one hour of this night | |
Atlanta's a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
like a signal fire |
zuo qu : Timmins | |
200 More Miles | |
Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
like a signal fire | |
I got Willie on the radio | |
a dozen things on my mind | |
and number one is fleshing out | |
these dreams of mine | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
to fall into tonight | |
In Nashville there is a lighter | |
in a case for all to see | |
it speaks of dreams and heartaches | |
left unsung | |
And in the corner stands a guitar and | |
lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand | |
I don' t travel past, travel hard before | |
and I' m beginning to understand | |
That I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
to fall into tonight | |
They say that I am crazy | |
my life wasting on this road | |
that time will find my dreams | |
scared or dead and cold | |
But I heard there is a light | |
drawing me to reach an end | |
and when I reach there, I' ll turn back | |
and you and I can begin again | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
to fall into tonight | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But I wouldn' t trade all your golden tomorrows | |
for one hour of this night | |
Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
like a signal fire |
zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
200 More Miles | |
Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
like a signal fire | |
I got Willie on the radio | |
a dozen things on my mind | |
and number one is fleshing out | |
these dreams of mine | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
to fall into tonight | |
In Nashville there is a lighter | |
in a case for all to see | |
it speaks of dreams and heartaches | |
left unsung | |
And in the corner stands a guitar and | |
lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand | |
I don' t travel past, travel hard before | |
and I' m beginning to understand | |
That I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
to fall into tonight | |
They say that I am crazy | |
my life wasting on this road | |
that time will find my dreams | |
scared or dead and cold | |
But I heard there is a light | |
drawing me to reach an end | |
and when I reach there, I' ll turn back | |
and you and I can begin again | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
to fall into tonight | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
before I sleep | |
But I wouldn' t trade all your golden tomorrows | |
for one hour of this night | |
Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
like a signal fire |