Song | Get to Leave |
Artist | Howe Gelb |
Album | 'Sno Angel Like You |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gelb | |
Make sure your baby’s well tucked | |
in a blanket in the basket of a back seat | |
of a wagon that don’t run on air | |
if you can’t afford the fuel, pray you get the passion | |
to keep the spirit rolling and get on out of here | |
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once you get to leave | |
a nickels’ worth of comfort | |
and a thimble full of luck | |
may you make out with a buck | |
more then you’ll ever need | |
on this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once we get to leave | |
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once you get to leave | |
shadowing the season of change | |
the winds blow in and they rearrange | |
tending the garden of change | |
the weeds come in and they rearrange | |
maybe it’s the angle of the sun | |
when it’s such a twisted light | |
or the impossible darkness of a starless night | |
or the triangle of 3 lovers in need of fresh flight | |
or the maniac mindings of a monocled monk | |
with a nickels’ worth of comfort | |
and a thimble full of luck | |
may you make out with a buck | |
more then you’ll ever need | |
on this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once we get to leave | |
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once you get to leave |
zuo qu : Gelb | |
Make sure your baby' s well tucked | |
in a blanket in the basket of a back seat | |
of a wagon that don' t run on air | |
if you can' t afford the fuel, pray you get the passion | |
to keep the spirit rolling and get on out of here | |
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once you get to leave | |
a nickels' worth of comfort | |
and a thimble full of luck | |
may you make out with a buck | |
more then you' ll ever need | |
on this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once we get to leave | |
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once you get to leave | |
shadowing the season of change | |
the winds blow in and they rearrange | |
tending the garden of change | |
the weeds come in and they rearrange | |
maybe it' s the angle of the sun | |
when it' s such a twisted light | |
or the impossible darkness of a starless night | |
or the triangle of 3 lovers in need of fresh flight | |
or the maniac mindings of a monocled monk | |
with a nickels' worth of comfort | |
and a thimble full of luck | |
may you make out with a buck | |
more then you' ll ever need | |
on this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once we get to leave | |
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once you get to leave |
zuò qǔ : Gelb | |
Make sure your baby' s well tucked | |
in a blanket in the basket of a back seat | |
of a wagon that don' t run on air | |
if you can' t afford the fuel, pray you get the passion | |
to keep the spirit rolling and get on out of here | |
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once you get to leave | |
a nickels' worth of comfort | |
and a thimble full of luck | |
may you make out with a buck | |
more then you' ll ever need | |
on this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once we get to leave | |
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once you get to leave | |
shadowing the season of change | |
the winds blow in and they rearrange | |
tending the garden of change | |
the weeds come in and they rearrange | |
maybe it' s the angle of the sun | |
when it' s such a twisted light | |
or the impossible darkness of a starless night | |
or the triangle of 3 lovers in need of fresh flight | |
or the maniac mindings of a monocled monk | |
with a nickels' worth of comfort | |
and a thimble full of luck | |
may you make out with a buck | |
more then you' ll ever need | |
on this planet made of rock, hard liquor and discomfort | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once we get to leave | |
Get to leave, get to leave, get to leave | |
with rumors of a better world | |
once you get to leave |