Song | The Power Lines |
Artist | Nanci Griffith |
Album | Late Night Grande Hotel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Alger, Griffith, Hooker | |
(Nanci Griffith - Pat Alger - James Hooker) | |
Nobody seems to care about you | |
With your tool case by the roadside | |
There beneath the power lines | |
Or the pallor of your skin | |
Paled beneath flourescent lights | |
In a Greyhound station's cruel midnight | |
Where you can't afford the ride | |
Chorus | |
Oh, the power lines | |
They go from sea to sea | |
They carry voices | |
Love from him to me | |
The power lines you fall beneath | |
Are the rainbows you can't climb | |
And you will not climb the power lines | |
You are lost beneath the power lines | |
There's nowhere that you haven't been | |
And no place that you call your home | |
There's no place that you cannot go | |
With the gift within your hands | |
And the tools to build another's dream | |
That connects them to the power lines | |
You do not feel your need | |
Chorus (Twice) |
zuo ci : Alger, Griffith, Hooker | |
Nanci Griffith Pat Alger James Hooker | |
Nobody seems to care about you | |
With your tool case by the roadside | |
There beneath the power lines | |
Or the pallor of your skin | |
Paled beneath flourescent lights | |
In a Greyhound station' s cruel midnight | |
Where you can' t afford the ride | |
Chorus | |
Oh, the power lines | |
They go from sea to sea | |
They carry voices | |
Love from him to me | |
The power lines you fall beneath | |
Are the rainbows you can' t climb | |
And you will not climb the power lines | |
You are lost beneath the power lines | |
There' s nowhere that you haven' t been | |
And no place that you call your home | |
There' s no place that you cannot go | |
With the gift within your hands | |
And the tools to build another' s dream | |
That connects them to the power lines | |
You do not feel your need | |
Chorus Twice |
zuò cí : Alger, Griffith, Hooker | |
Nanci Griffith Pat Alger James Hooker | |
Nobody seems to care about you | |
With your tool case by the roadside | |
There beneath the power lines | |
Or the pallor of your skin | |
Paled beneath flourescent lights | |
In a Greyhound station' s cruel midnight | |
Where you can' t afford the ride | |
Chorus | |
Oh, the power lines | |
They go from sea to sea | |
They carry voices | |
Love from him to me | |
The power lines you fall beneath | |
Are the rainbows you can' t climb | |
And you will not climb the power lines | |
You are lost beneath the power lines | |
There' s nowhere that you haven' t been | |
And no place that you call your home | |
There' s no place that you cannot go | |
With the gift within your hands | |
And the tools to build another' s dream | |
That connects them to the power lines | |
You do not feel your need | |
Chorus Twice |