歌曲 | Enough To Be On Your Way (Album Version) |
歌手 | James Taylor |
专辑 | Hourglass |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Taylor | |
Notes: | |
Jt on sony.com:my brother alex died in '93 on (not for) my birthday. we all went down to florida to say goodbye. the day after we flew home (the day after his cremation) a giant mother hurrican | |
Lowed us north through the carolina's; trashing everything in its path and finally raining record rains on martha's vineyard (home). | |
In paris, a year later i changed his character to a hippie chick named alice and the location to santa fe; but my soulful older brother is still all over this song like a cheap suit. | |
Almost fuck-free. | |
The sun shines on this funeral | |
The same as on a birth | |
The way it shines on everything | |
That happens here on earth | |
It rolls across the western sky | |
And back into the sea | |
And spends the day零 last rays | |
Upon this fucked-up family | |
So long old pal | |
The last time i saw alice | |
She was leaving santa fe | |
With a bunch of round-eyed buddhists | |
In a killer chevrolet | |
Said they turned her out of texas | |
Yeah she burned 'em down back home | |
Now she's wild with expectation | |
On the edge of the unknown | |
Chorus: | |
Oh it's enough to be on your way | |
It's enough just to cover ground | |
It's enough to be moving on | |
Home, build it behind your eyes | |
Carry it in your heart | |
Safe among your own | |
They brought her back on a friday night | |
Same day i was born | |
We sent her up the smoke stack | |
And back into the storm | |
She blew up over the san juan mountains | |
And spent herself at last | |
The threat of heavy weather | |
That was what she knew the best | |
Chorus | |
It woke me up on a sunday | |
An hour before the sun | |
It had me watching the headlights | |
Out on highway 591 | |
'til i stepped into my trousers | |
'til i pulled my big boots on | |
I walked out on the mesa | |
And i stumbled on this song | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Taylor | |
Notes: | |
Jt on sony. com: my brother alex died in ' 93 on not for my birthday. we all went down to florida to say goodbye. the day after we flew home the day after his cremation a giant mother hurrican | |
Lowed us north through the carolina' s trashing everything in its path and finally raining record rains on martha' s vineyard home. | |
In paris, a year later i changed his character to a hippie chick named alice and the location to santa fe but my soulful older brother is still all over this song like a cheap suit. | |
Almost fuckfree. | |
The sun shines on this funeral | |
The same as on a birth | |
The way it shines on everything | |
That happens here on earth | |
It rolls across the western sky | |
And back into the sea | |
And spends the day ling last rays | |
Upon this fuckedup family | |
So long old pal | |
The last time i saw alice | |
She was leaving santa fe | |
With a bunch of roundeyed buddhists | |
In a killer chevrolet | |
Said they turned her out of texas | |
Yeah she burned ' em down back home | |
Now she' s wild with expectation | |
On the edge of the unknown | |
Chorus: | |
Oh it' s enough to be on your way | |
It' s enough just to cover ground | |
It' s enough to be moving on | |
Home, build it behind your eyes | |
Carry it in your heart | |
Safe among your own | |
They brought her back on a friday night | |
Same day i was born | |
We sent her up the smoke stack | |
And back into the storm | |
She blew up over the san juan mountains | |
And spent herself at last | |
The threat of heavy weather | |
That was what she knew the best | |
Chorus | |
It woke me up on a sunday | |
An hour before the sun | |
It had me watching the headlights | |
Out on highway 591 | |
' til i stepped into my trousers | |
' til i pulled my big boots on | |
I walked out on the mesa | |
And i stumbled on this song | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Taylor | |
Notes: | |
Jt on sony. com: my brother alex died in ' 93 on not for my birthday. we all went down to florida to say goodbye. the day after we flew home the day after his cremation a giant mother hurrican | |
Lowed us north through the carolina' s trashing everything in its path and finally raining record rains on martha' s vineyard home. | |
In paris, a year later i changed his character to a hippie chick named alice and the location to santa fe but my soulful older brother is still all over this song like a cheap suit. | |
Almost fuckfree. | |
The sun shines on this funeral | |
The same as on a birth | |
The way it shines on everything | |
That happens here on earth | |
It rolls across the western sky | |
And back into the sea | |
And spends the day líng last rays | |
Upon this fuckedup family | |
So long old pal | |
The last time i saw alice | |
She was leaving santa fe | |
With a bunch of roundeyed buddhists | |
In a killer chevrolet | |
Said they turned her out of texas | |
Yeah she burned ' em down back home | |
Now she' s wild with expectation | |
On the edge of the unknown | |
Chorus: | |
Oh it' s enough to be on your way | |
It' s enough just to cover ground | |
It' s enough to be moving on | |
Home, build it behind your eyes | |
Carry it in your heart | |
Safe among your own | |
They brought her back on a friday night | |
Same day i was born | |
We sent her up the smoke stack | |
And back into the storm | |
She blew up over the san juan mountains | |
And spent herself at last | |
The threat of heavy weather | |
That was what she knew the best | |
Chorus | |
It woke me up on a sunday | |
An hour before the sun | |
It had me watching the headlights | |
Out on highway 591 | |
' til i stepped into my trousers | |
' til i pulled my big boots on | |
I walked out on the mesa | |
And i stumbled on this song | |
Chorus |