Song | The Man Who Knew the Answer |
Artist | Flash and the Pan |
Album | Flash and the Pan |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vanda, Young | |
There's a sign down back of main street | |
Says: Dreams are not for sale | |
Took a life to find that out | |
Lost behind a veil | |
Born in line of duty | |
Awakened with a frown | |
Found it hard to readjust | |
Closed the old church down | |
Read a book of fables, of wizards and of gnomes | |
Reaped the autumn harvest, the seeds already sown | |
Didn't have a number, didn't have a name | |
The man that knew the answer, he couldn't play the game | |
Well he drank the cool clear water | |
And he breathed the old sunrise | |
Laughed away the mornings | |
Didn't hear the sighs | |
Joined the Manhattan party | |
Found himself at home | |
Climbed upon the ladder | |
Left for lands unknown | |
Then one autumn evening, as the day was on its last | |
Came out of the sunset, the legend from the past | |
Their heads were turned in wonder, in anger and in shame | |
From the man that knew the answer, that couldn't play the game |
zuo ci : Vanda, Young | |
There' s a sign down back of main street | |
Says: Dreams are not for sale | |
Took a life to find that out | |
Lost behind a veil | |
Born in line of duty | |
Awakened with a frown | |
Found it hard to readjust | |
Closed the old church down | |
Read a book of fables, of wizards and of gnomes | |
Reaped the autumn harvest, the seeds already sown | |
Didn' t have a number, didn' t have a name | |
The man that knew the answer, he couldn' t play the game | |
Well he drank the cool clear water | |
And he breathed the old sunrise | |
Laughed away the mornings | |
Didn' t hear the sighs | |
Joined the Manhattan party | |
Found himself at home | |
Climbed upon the ladder | |
Left for lands unknown | |
Then one autumn evening, as the day was on its last | |
Came out of the sunset, the legend from the past | |
Their heads were turned in wonder, in anger and in shame | |
From the man that knew the answer, that couldn' t play the game |
zuò cí : Vanda, Young | |
There' s a sign down back of main street | |
Says: Dreams are not for sale | |
Took a life to find that out | |
Lost behind a veil | |
Born in line of duty | |
Awakened with a frown | |
Found it hard to readjust | |
Closed the old church down | |
Read a book of fables, of wizards and of gnomes | |
Reaped the autumn harvest, the seeds already sown | |
Didn' t have a number, didn' t have a name | |
The man that knew the answer, he couldn' t play the game | |
Well he drank the cool clear water | |
And he breathed the old sunrise | |
Laughed away the mornings | |
Didn' t hear the sighs | |
Joined the Manhattan party | |
Found himself at home | |
Climbed upon the ladder | |
Left for lands unknown | |
Then one autumn evening, as the day was on its last | |
Came out of the sunset, the legend from the past | |
Their heads were turned in wonder, in anger and in shame | |
From the man that knew the answer, that couldn' t play the game |