| Song | Enough To Be On Your Way |
| Artist | James Taylor |
| Album | Greatest Hits Volume 2 |
| 作词 : Taylor | |
| Notes： | |
| Jt on sony.com：my brother alex died in '93 on (not for) my birthday. we all went down to florida to say goodbye. the day after we flew home (the day after his cremation) a giant mother hurrican | |
| Lowed us north through the carolina's; trashing everything in its path and finally raining record rains on martha's vineyard (home). | |
| In paris, a year later i changed his character to a hippie chick named alice and the location to santa fe; but my soulful older brother is still all over this song like a cheap suit. | |
| Almost fuck-free. | |
| The sun shines on this funeral | |
| The same as on a birth | |
| The way it shines on everything | |
| That happens here on earth | |
| It rolls across the western sky | |
| And back into the sea | |
| And spends the day零 last rays | |
| Upon this fucked-up family | |
| So long old pal | |
| The last time i saw alice | |
| She was leaving santa fe | |
| With a bunch of round-eyed buddhists | |
| In a killer chevrolet | |
| Said they turned her out of texas | |
| Yeah she burned 'em down back home | |
| Now she's wild with expectation | |
| On the edge of the unknown | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh it's enough to be on your way | |
| It's enough just to cover ground | |
| It's enough to be moving on | |
| Home, build it behind your eyes | |
| Carry it in your heart | |
| Safe among your own | |
| They brought her back on a friday night | |
| Same day i was born | |
| We sent her up the smoke stack | |
| And back into the storm | |
| She blew up over the san juan mountains | |
| And spent herself at last | |
| The threat of heavy weather | |
| That was what she knew the best | |
| Chorus | |
| It woke me up on a sunday | |
| An hour before the sun | |
| It had me watching the headlights | |
| Out on highway 591 | |
| 'til i stepped into my trousers | |
| 'til i pulled my big boots on | |
| I walked out on the mesa | |
| And i stumbled on this song | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Taylor | |
| Notes: | |
| Jt on sony. com: my brother alex died in ' 93 on not for my birthday. we all went down to florida to say goodbye. the day after we flew home the day after his cremation a giant mother hurrican | |
| Lowed us north through the carolina' s trashing everything in its path and finally raining record rains on martha' s vineyard home. | |
| In paris, a year later i changed his character to a hippie chick named alice and the location to santa fe but my soulful older brother is still all over this song like a cheap suit. | |
| Almost fuckfree. | |
| The sun shines on this funeral | |
| The same as on a birth | |
| The way it shines on everything | |
| That happens here on earth | |
| It rolls across the western sky | |
| And back into the sea | |
| And spends the day líng last rays | |
| Upon this fuckedup family | |
| So long old pal | |
| The last time i saw alice | |
| She was leaving santa fe | |
| With a bunch of roundeyed buddhists | |
| In a killer chevrolet | |
| Said they turned her out of texas | |
| Yeah she burned ' em down back home | |
| Now she' s wild with expectation | |
| On the edge of the unknown | |
| Chorus: | |
| Oh it' s enough to be on your way | |
| It' s enough just to cover ground | |
| It' s enough to be moving on | |
| Home, build it behind your eyes | |
| Carry it in your heart | |
| Safe among your own | |
| They brought her back on a friday night | |
| Same day i was born | |
| We sent her up the smoke stack | |
| And back into the storm | |
| She blew up over the san juan mountains | |
| And spent herself at last | |
| The threat of heavy weather | |
| That was what she knew the best | |
| Chorus | |
| It woke me up on a sunday | |
| An hour before the sun | |
| It had me watching the headlights | |
| Out on highway 591 | |
| ' til i stepped into my trousers | |
| ' til i pulled my big boots on | |
| I walked out on the mesa | |
| And i stumbled on this song | |
| Chorus |