| 歌曲 | Elegy |
| 歌手 | Paula Cole |
| 专辑 | Ithaca (Bonus Track Version) |
| Who is this hurting mother? | |
| Don’t want to be her now. | |
| Who in the hell’s that sad reflection? | |
| How did I lose myself? | |
| How many times I walk the river, wondering what life’s for, | |
| Sobbing beneath the staid performance, | |
| Too scared to let it out. | |
| Duty calls…duty calls… | |
| Who is this hurting daughter, | |
| Going down the rabbit hole? | |
| Falling into a crushing darkness, | |
| Shedding skins of the soul. | |
| How many times I walk the river, wanting to lose myself? | |
| Weight of an overcoat of sorrow, | |
| Too sensitive for this world. | |
| Duty call…duty calls… | |
| Time to do the drop off, time to make the meals, | |
| Time to greet the neighbors, be a perfect ten, | |
| Smiling in the exterior, but nervous and distressed, | |
| Plodding on this treadmill, take another pill. | |
| Start another morning, wake to the alarm, | |
| Rise up in the darkness, get inside the car, | |
| Join the rank and file, thousands in the flow, | |
| Minnows on the freeway, on and on it goes… | |
| I don’t want to go. | |
| I don’t want to live this. | |
| I don’t want this life. | |
| There is more than this. | |
| Who is that serious child, | |
| The one left alone? | |
| Mother is in the kitchen crying again, | |
| No use to ask for help | |
| So it goes...so it goes... |
| Who is this hurting mother? | |
| Don' t want to be her now. | |
| Who in the hell' s that sad reflection? | |
| How did I lose myself? | |
| How many times I walk the river, wondering what life' s for, | |
| Sobbing beneath the staid performance, | |
| Too scared to let it out. | |
| Duty calls duty calls | |
| Who is this hurting daughter, | |
| Going down the rabbit hole? | |
| Falling into a crushing darkness, | |
| Shedding skins of the soul. | |
| How many times I walk the river, wanting to lose myself? | |
| Weight of an overcoat of sorrow, | |
| Too sensitive for this world. | |
| Duty call duty calls | |
| Time to do the drop off, time to make the meals, | |
| Time to greet the neighbors, be a perfect ten, | |
| Smiling in the exterior, but nervous and distressed, | |
| Plodding on this treadmill, take another pill. | |
| Start another morning, wake to the alarm, | |
| Rise up in the darkness, get inside the car, | |
| Join the rank and file, thousands in the flow, | |
| Minnows on the freeway, on and on it goes | |
| I don' t want to go. | |
| I don' t want to live this. | |
| I don' t want this life. | |
| There is more than this. | |
| Who is that serious child, | |
| The one left alone? | |
| Mother is in the kitchen crying again, | |
| No use to ask for help | |
| So it goes... so it goes... |