Song | Slender Thread of Hope |
Artist | Steppenwolf |
Album | Paradox |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kay | |
Words and music by John Kay | |
You see that endless line? They're victims of our time | |
Who's only crime was to bank on their fathers dreams | |
To work hard all your life, to raise your family with your wife | |
And to survive all the heartaches and bad breaks fate may bring | |
But dreams are seldom real and an aching heart won't heal | |
Standing in a line for a meal at a strangers door | |
As night begins to fall, they lay down in the hall of the mission | |
Of the Salvation Army that is loosing the war | |
And they dream of home, where someone's waitin' | |
Waitin' by the phone at the end of their rope | |
But come early dawn as dreams are fading | |
They're hanging by a slender thread of hope | |
Now it's closing time again, she turns her collar to the wind | |
Goes running in the rain to a friend on the way back home | |
To hold the only joy the world did not destroy | |
A laughing little brown eyed boy she calls her own | |
Though he leads her by the hand and tries to be her little man | |
He's really still too young to understand her quiet fears | |
Oh bills weigh on her mind and she hates her daily grind | |
'Cause time for romance was impossible to find these last few years | |
Now they're goin' home, where no one's waiting | |
Weary to the bone, she tries to cope | |
Sitting there alone, while slowly fading | |
She rocks to sleep her slender thread of hope | |
The news comes on at ten, the public servant will explain | |
How pouring water on the drowning little man will solve the mess | |
To save our way of life and to help us all survive | |
Those with nothing will now have to stay alive on even less | |
And as he spoke these words of wisdom | |
Like a cruel joke beyond his scope | |
With just one stroke from his fountain pen | |
He cut the last and final thread of hope | |
© 1984 Rambunctious Music (ASCAP) |
zuo ci : Kay | |
Words and music by John Kay | |
You see that endless line? They' re victims of our time | |
Who' s only crime was to bank on their fathers dreams | |
To work hard all your life, to raise your family with your wife | |
And to survive all the heartaches and bad breaks fate may bring | |
But dreams are seldom real and an aching heart won' t heal | |
Standing in a line for a meal at a strangers door | |
As night begins to fall, they lay down in the hall of the mission | |
Of the Salvation Army that is loosing the war | |
And they dream of home, where someone' s waitin' | |
Waitin' by the phone at the end of their rope | |
But come early dawn as dreams are fading | |
They' re hanging by a slender thread of hope | |
Now it' s closing time again, she turns her collar to the wind | |
Goes running in the rain to a friend on the way back home | |
To hold the only joy the world did not destroy | |
A laughing little brown eyed boy she calls her own | |
Though he leads her by the hand and tries to be her little man | |
He' s really still too young to understand her quiet fears | |
Oh bills weigh on her mind and she hates her daily grind | |
' Cause time for romance was impossible to find these last few years | |
Now they' re goin' home, where no one' s waiting | |
Weary to the bone, she tries to cope | |
Sitting there alone, while slowly fading | |
She rocks to sleep her slender thread of hope | |
The news comes on at ten, the public servant will explain | |
How pouring water on the drowning little man will solve the mess | |
To save our way of life and to help us all survive | |
Those with nothing will now have to stay alive on even less | |
And as he spoke these words of wisdom | |
Like a cruel joke beyond his scope | |
With just one stroke from his fountain pen | |
He cut the last and final thread of hope | |
1984 Rambunctious Music ASCAP |
zuò cí : Kay | |
Words and music by John Kay | |
You see that endless line? They' re victims of our time | |
Who' s only crime was to bank on their fathers dreams | |
To work hard all your life, to raise your family with your wife | |
And to survive all the heartaches and bad breaks fate may bring | |
But dreams are seldom real and an aching heart won' t heal | |
Standing in a line for a meal at a strangers door | |
As night begins to fall, they lay down in the hall of the mission | |
Of the Salvation Army that is loosing the war | |
And they dream of home, where someone' s waitin' | |
Waitin' by the phone at the end of their rope | |
But come early dawn as dreams are fading | |
They' re hanging by a slender thread of hope | |
Now it' s closing time again, she turns her collar to the wind | |
Goes running in the rain to a friend on the way back home | |
To hold the only joy the world did not destroy | |
A laughing little brown eyed boy she calls her own | |
Though he leads her by the hand and tries to be her little man | |
He' s really still too young to understand her quiet fears | |
Oh bills weigh on her mind and she hates her daily grind | |
' Cause time for romance was impossible to find these last few years | |
Now they' re goin' home, where no one' s waiting | |
Weary to the bone, she tries to cope | |
Sitting there alone, while slowly fading | |
She rocks to sleep her slender thread of hope | |
The news comes on at ten, the public servant will explain | |
How pouring water on the drowning little man will solve the mess | |
To save our way of life and to help us all survive | |
Those with nothing will now have to stay alive on even less | |
And as he spoke these words of wisdom | |
Like a cruel joke beyond his scope | |
With just one stroke from his fountain pen | |
He cut the last and final thread of hope | |
1984 Rambunctious Music ASCAP |