Song | Down Across The Delaware |
Artist | James McMurtry |
Album | Where'D You Hide The Body |
作词 : McMurty | |
Bills are paid but it makes no difference | |
To the gods that seem to rule our home | |
Heat shut off for no known reason | |
This old building's got a mind of its own | |
I can tell your footsteps on the stairs from three flights up | |
I know the jingling of your keys | |
You won't hear no and you don't look back and you can't slow down | |
These days you don't have much to say to me. | |
In another town what would fetch a good living | |
Here is barely hand to mouth | |
So I'm going out and get a U-Haul trailer | |
Drag it down the turnpike south | |
Where the Garden State gives way to the real world | |
Falls away in the rearview mirror | |
We'll mend our wounds and wait out the winter | |
Down across the Delaware | |
We get along in a manner of speaking | |
We barely have to speak at all | |
Small talk over take-out pizza | |
Silently passing in the hall | |
Post-It notes... and opposite shifts | |
Once in a blue moon we'll wake up in the same room | |
Thankful for these thy many gifts | |
We run by night, we live it and breathe it | |
We're the best of the best and I just don't care | |
I'll mend my wounds and wait out the winter | |
Down across the Delaware | |
And I'll see you in the spring | |
When the chill don't cut so deep | |
I'll be back around to give this town another crack at me. | |
I heard a voice today I swore I knew | |
From somewhere down in the southern sticks | |
I turned around to see some ragged stranger | |
Bummin change on the uptown six | |
And I froze like a stone | |
Could I ever get that low? | |
Turned my face to the window | |
There by the grace of God I go | |
Where the Garden State gives way to the real world | |
Falls away in the rearview mirror | |
I'll mend my wounds and wait out the winter | |
Down across the Delaware |
zuò cí : McMurty | |
Bills are paid but it makes no difference | |
To the gods that seem to rule our home | |
Heat shut off for no known reason | |
This old building' s got a mind of its own | |
I can tell your footsteps on the stairs from three flights up | |
I know the jingling of your keys | |
You won' t hear no and you don' t look back and you can' t slow down | |
These days you don' t have much to say to me. | |
In another town what would fetch a good living | |
Here is barely hand to mouth | |
So I' m going out and get a UHaul trailer | |
Drag it down the turnpike south | |
Where the Garden State gives way to the real world | |
Falls away in the rearview mirror | |
We' ll mend our wounds and wait out the winter | |
Down across the Delaware | |
We get along in a manner of speaking | |
We barely have to speak at all | |
Small talk over takeout pizza | |
Silently passing in the hall | |
PostIt notes... and opposite shifts | |
Once in a blue moon we' ll wake up in the same room | |
Thankful for these thy many gifts | |
We run by night, we live it and breathe it | |
We' re the best of the best and I just don' t care | |
I' ll mend my wounds and wait out the winter | |
Down across the Delaware | |
And I' ll see you in the spring | |
When the chill don' t cut so deep | |
I' ll be back around to give this town another crack at me. | |
I heard a voice today I swore I knew | |
From somewhere down in the southern sticks | |
I turned around to see some ragged stranger | |
Bummin change on the uptown six | |
And I froze like a stone | |
Could I ever get that low? | |
Turned my face to the window | |
There by the grace of God I go | |
Where the Garden State gives way to the real world | |
Falls away in the rearview mirror | |
I' ll mend my wounds and wait out the winter | |
Down across the Delaware |