歌曲 | Garden Gate |
歌手 | The James Gang |
专辑 | Rides Again |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Well I’m sitting in the middle of a story | |
Would you like to read my line | |
Sipping on a morning glory | |
Would you like to taste my wine | |
Don’t forget to tell the sun | |
I sleep through the day | |
See him when the morning comes | |
Everything’s OK | |
The captain’s in the chartroom | |
Navigating on a star | |
Can’t know where we’re going | |
'Cause he don’t know where we are | |
Don’t you think I don’t know | |
How to tell the time | |
Can’t you see you can’t sell me | |
Something that is mine | |
You just sit to talking | |
And I’m sure there’s nothing said | |
Your book is lying open | |
And I don’t think much is read | |
The dog is outside barking | |
At something he can’t see | |
The garden gate is closing |
Well I' m sitting in the middle of a story | |
Would you like to read my line | |
Sipping on a morning glory | |
Would you like to taste my wine | |
Don' t forget to tell the sun | |
I sleep through the day | |
See him when the morning comes | |
Everything' s OK | |
The captain' s in the chartroom | |
Navigating on a star | |
Can' t know where we' re going | |
' Cause he don' t know where we are | |
Don' t you think I don' t know | |
How to tell the time | |
Can' t you see you can' t sell me | |
Something that is mine | |
You just sit to talking | |
And I' m sure there' s nothing said | |
Your book is lying open | |
And I don' t think much is read | |
The dog is outside barking | |
At something he can' t see | |
The garden gate is closing |
Well I' m sitting in the middle of a story | |
Would you like to read my line | |
Sipping on a morning glory | |
Would you like to taste my wine | |
Don' t forget to tell the sun | |
I sleep through the day | |
See him when the morning comes | |
Everything' s OK | |
The captain' s in the chartroom | |
Navigating on a star | |
Can' t know where we' re going | |
' Cause he don' t know where we are | |
Don' t you think I don' t know | |
How to tell the time | |
Can' t you see you can' t sell me | |
Something that is mine | |
You just sit to talking | |
And I' m sure there' s nothing said | |
Your book is lying open | |
And I don' t think much is read | |
The dog is outside barking | |
At something he can' t see | |
The garden gate is closing |