Song | Don't Lose My Trail - normal |
Artist | Eleni Mandell |
Album | Snakebite |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mandell | |
New York City | |
leaving behind | |
out the window | |
drive | |
Pennsylvania | |
stop for a bite | |
it's raining | |
Christmas lights | |
west of Roanoke | |
Village Motel | |
green all around the clerk | |
is wasted | |
turn the heat up high | |
open the door and let the cool breeze in | |
Jackie's got the bed | |
I'm on the floor | |
my eyes are open | |
Nashville, Memphis, Arkansas | |
a gambler died in Russellville | |
no one knew his name but my dear grandma | |
she's in heaven | |
he's in hell | |
the slums of New Mexico | |
we pull in late at night | |
no blanket on the bed and a cracked window | |
I'm fully dressed and I'm awake all night | |
Williams, Arizona's where I want to be | |
for buckwheat pancakes and hot coffee | |
serve 'em up fresh, serve 'em up hot | |
we can make it to Los Angeles if we don't stop | |
the desert drive goes on and on | |
a trail of lights follows me back home | |
I can count the stars when we make it there | |
I hope to God you don't lose my trail | |
love | |
love |
zuo qu : Mandell | |
New York City | |
leaving behind | |
out the window | |
drive | |
Pennsylvania | |
stop for a bite | |
it' s raining | |
Christmas lights | |
west of Roanoke | |
Village Motel | |
green all around the clerk | |
is wasted | |
turn the heat up high | |
open the door and let the cool breeze in | |
Jackie' s got the bed | |
I' m on the floor | |
my eyes are open | |
Nashville, Memphis, Arkansas | |
a gambler died in Russellville | |
no one knew his name but my dear grandma | |
she' s in heaven | |
he' s in hell | |
the slums of New Mexico | |
we pull in late at night | |
no blanket on the bed and a cracked window | |
I' m fully dressed and I' m awake all night | |
Williams, Arizona' s where I want to be | |
for buckwheat pancakes and hot coffee | |
serve ' em up fresh, serve ' em up hot | |
we can make it to Los Angeles if we don' t stop | |
the desert drive goes on and on | |
a trail of lights follows me back home | |
I can count the stars when we make it there | |
I hope to God you don' t lose my trail | |
love | |
love |
zuò qǔ : Mandell | |
New York City | |
leaving behind | |
out the window | |
drive | |
Pennsylvania | |
stop for a bite | |
it' s raining | |
Christmas lights | |
west of Roanoke | |
Village Motel | |
green all around the clerk | |
is wasted | |
turn the heat up high | |
open the door and let the cool breeze in | |
Jackie' s got the bed | |
I' m on the floor | |
my eyes are open | |
Nashville, Memphis, Arkansas | |
a gambler died in Russellville | |
no one knew his name but my dear grandma | |
she' s in heaven | |
he' s in hell | |
the slums of New Mexico | |
we pull in late at night | |
no blanket on the bed and a cracked window | |
I' m fully dressed and I' m awake all night | |
Williams, Arizona' s where I want to be | |
for buckwheat pancakes and hot coffee | |
serve ' em up fresh, serve ' em up hot | |
we can make it to Los Angeles if we don' t stop | |
the desert drive goes on and on | |
a trail of lights follows me back home | |
I can count the stars when we make it there | |
I hope to God you don' t lose my trail | |
love | |
love |