歌曲 | Alan Watts Blues |
歌手 | Van Morrison |
专辑 | Poetic Champions Compose |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Morrison | |
Well, I'm taking some time with my quiet friend | |
Well, I'm takin' some time on my own | |
Well, I'm makin' some plans for my getaway | |
There'll be blue skies shining up above | |
When I'm cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
Well, I've got to get out of the rat race now | |
I'm tired of the ways of mice and men | |
And the empires all turning into rust again | |
Out of everything, nothing remains the same | |
That's why | |
I'm cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
Sittin' up on the mountain top in my solitude | |
Where the morning fog comes rollin' in | |
Just might do me some good | |
Well, I'm waiting in the clearing with my motor on | |
Well, it's time to get back to the town again | |
Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside |
zuo ci : Morrison | |
Well, I' m taking some time with my quiet friend | |
Well, I' m takin' some time on my own | |
Well, I' m makin' some plans for my getaway | |
There' ll be blue skies shining up above | |
When I' m cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
Well, I' ve got to get out of the rat race now | |
I' m tired of the ways of mice and men | |
And the empires all turning into rust again | |
Out of everything, nothing remains the same | |
That' s why | |
I' m cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
Sittin' up on the mountain top in my solitude | |
Where the morning fog comes rollin' in | |
Just might do me some good | |
Well, I' m waiting in the clearing with my motor on | |
Well, it' s time to get back to the town again | |
Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside |
zuò cí : Morrison | |
Well, I' m taking some time with my quiet friend | |
Well, I' m takin' some time on my own | |
Well, I' m makin' some plans for my getaway | |
There' ll be blue skies shining up above | |
When I' m cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
Well, I' ve got to get out of the rat race now | |
I' m tired of the ways of mice and men | |
And the empires all turning into rust again | |
Out of everything, nothing remains the same | |
That' s why | |
I' m cloud hidden, cloud hidden, whereabouts unknown | |
Sittin' up on the mountain top in my solitude | |
Where the morning fog comes rollin' in | |
Just might do me some good | |
Well, I' m waiting in the clearing with my motor on | |
Well, it' s time to get back to the town again | |
Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside |