Song | As Long As The Grass Will Grow |
Artist | Bill Miller |
Album | The Art Of Survival |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Miller | |
The last fall of the morning rain drips off the wino's shoes | |
He's sleeping in a cardboard tent too drunk to know its through | |
But the rainbow from this morning sun can't be too far behind | |
Down his alley where the sun won't shine the blind must lead the blind | |
Ten stories up the boy looks out his face pressed to the screen | |
He heard the thunder rolling in it woke him from his dream | |
And his mother's calling out to him boy get up and make your bed | |
But that kid's a thousand miles away hasn't heard a word she said | |
CHORUS: | |
But as long as the grass will grow | |
In the cracks of the sidewalk | |
Next to the old lampposts | |
As long as the birds will fly | |
In the thick broken air against a highrise sky | |
Then the morning sun will shed it's light | |
On the city down below | |
Inside a cab, the driver yawns, he's worked an all night shift | |
He sets his meter one last time before he call it quits | |
The heartbeat of the homeless still echoes in the streets | |
They're all wrapped in coats and blankets don't have enough to eat | |
CHORUS |
zuo ci : Miller | |
The last fall of the morning rain drips off the wino' s shoes | |
He' s sleeping in a cardboard tent too drunk to know its through | |
But the rainbow from this morning sun can' t be too far behind | |
Down his alley where the sun won' t shine the blind must lead the blind | |
Ten stories up the boy looks out his face pressed to the screen | |
He heard the thunder rolling in it woke him from his dream | |
And his mother' s calling out to him boy get up and make your bed | |
But that kid' s a thousand miles away hasn' t heard a word she said | |
CHORUS: | |
But as long as the grass will grow | |
In the cracks of the sidewalk | |
Next to the old lampposts | |
As long as the birds will fly | |
In the thick broken air against a highrise sky | |
Then the morning sun will shed it' s light | |
On the city down below | |
Inside a cab, the driver yawns, he' s worked an all night shift | |
He sets his meter one last time before he call it quits | |
The heartbeat of the homeless still echoes in the streets | |
They' re all wrapped in coats and blankets don' t have enough to eat | |
CHORUS |
zuò cí : Miller | |
The last fall of the morning rain drips off the wino' s shoes | |
He' s sleeping in a cardboard tent too drunk to know its through | |
But the rainbow from this morning sun can' t be too far behind | |
Down his alley where the sun won' t shine the blind must lead the blind | |
Ten stories up the boy looks out his face pressed to the screen | |
He heard the thunder rolling in it woke him from his dream | |
And his mother' s calling out to him boy get up and make your bed | |
But that kid' s a thousand miles away hasn' t heard a word she said | |
CHORUS: | |
But as long as the grass will grow | |
In the cracks of the sidewalk | |
Next to the old lampposts | |
As long as the birds will fly | |
In the thick broken air against a highrise sky | |
Then the morning sun will shed it' s light | |
On the city down below | |
Inside a cab, the driver yawns, he' s worked an all night shift | |
He sets his meter one last time before he call it quits | |
The heartbeat of the homeless still echoes in the streets | |
They' re all wrapped in coats and blankets don' t have enough to eat | |
CHORUS |