| Song | Weaving Way |
| Artist | Michelle Shocked |
| Album | Arkansas Traveler |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Shocked | |
| You had a little drink | |
| Your friends have all gone | |
| Leaving you to find your weaving way home | |
| What more can I do? | |
| There's a chance that I may | |
| Have to stand back and watch you find | |
| Your own weaving way | |
| It's not the way you talk | |
| That's making me grieve | |
| It's not the way you walk | |
| It's the way that you weave | |
| It's eating you inside | |
| And tossed out like a bone | |
| Leaving you to find your weaving way home | |
| The sun on the horizon | |
| Was turning dawn to day | |
| By the time you finally found your own weaving way | |
| Oh, I love the way you laugh | |
| When I ask you to leave | |
| I swear that I don't love you for the way that you weave | |
| Forgive me, my friend | |
| Did I forget to mention? | |
| The path that you have chosen | |
| Is paved with your intentions | |
| Touch a finger to your nose | |
| I wish you well | |
| Walk a straight line on the road to hell |
| zuo ci : Shocked | |
| You had a little drink | |
| Your friends have all gone | |
| Leaving you to find your weaving way home | |
| What more can I do? | |
| There' s a chance that I may | |
| Have to stand back and watch you find | |
| Your own weaving way | |
| It' s not the way you talk | |
| That' s making me grieve | |
| It' s not the way you walk | |
| It' s the way that you weave | |
| It' s eating you inside | |
| And tossed out like a bone | |
| Leaving you to find your weaving way home | |
| The sun on the horizon | |
| Was turning dawn to day | |
| By the time you finally found your own weaving way | |
| Oh, I love the way you laugh | |
| When I ask you to leave | |
| I swear that I don' t love you for the way that you weave | |
| Forgive me, my friend | |
| Did I forget to mention? | |
| The path that you have chosen | |
| Is paved with your intentions | |
| Touch a finger to your nose | |
| I wish you well | |
| Walk a straight line on the road to hell |
| zuò cí : Shocked | |
| You had a little drink | |
| Your friends have all gone | |
| Leaving you to find your weaving way home | |
| What more can I do? | |
| There' s a chance that I may | |
| Have to stand back and watch you find | |
| Your own weaving way | |
| It' s not the way you talk | |
| That' s making me grieve | |
| It' s not the way you walk | |
| It' s the way that you weave | |
| It' s eating you inside | |
| And tossed out like a bone | |
| Leaving you to find your weaving way home | |
| The sun on the horizon | |
| Was turning dawn to day | |
| By the time you finally found your own weaving way | |
| Oh, I love the way you laugh | |
| When I ask you to leave | |
| I swear that I don' t love you for the way that you weave | |
| Forgive me, my friend | |
| Did I forget to mention? | |
| The path that you have chosen | |
| Is paved with your intentions | |
| Touch a finger to your nose | |
| I wish you well | |
| Walk a straight line on the road to hell |