Song | The Evening Of My Best Day |
Artist | Rickie Lee Jones |
Album | The Evening Of My Best Day |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jones | |
They all smile | |
They shake your hand | |
They want to know your name | |
Y ou sit in your mothers room | |
Look through the window pane | |
When they know you're not watching | |
They talk behind your back | |
They laugh about the lonliness | |
Of your awkward attack | |
Attack them in the fences | |
Attack them in the schoolyard | |
Wipe your sleeve across your head | |
When the canons fire | |
Someday, many years from here | |
Where no one else can see | |
You'll dig up the things they buried | |
And finally set them free | |
Finally, set them free | |
Now free them from the schoolyard | |
Free them from the lunch tray edge | |
Free them from the canons inside your head | |
I don't know why, | |
But for some people | |
An ordinary day | |
Just rises up before them | |
And it sweeps the past away | |
And its a good Life | |
From now on | |
When I look back at you | |
A good life, | |
Look ahead | |
The sky is almost blue |
zuo ci : Jones | |
They all smile | |
They shake your hand | |
They want to know your name | |
Y ou sit in your mothers room | |
Look through the window pane | |
When they know you' re not watching | |
They talk behind your back | |
They laugh about the lonliness | |
Of your awkward attack | |
Attack them in the fences | |
Attack them in the schoolyard | |
Wipe your sleeve across your head | |
When the canons fire | |
Someday, many years from here | |
Where no one else can see | |
You' ll dig up the things they buried | |
And finally set them free | |
Finally, set them free | |
Now free them from the schoolyard | |
Free them from the lunch tray edge | |
Free them from the canons inside your head | |
I don' t know why, | |
But for some people | |
An ordinary day | |
Just rises up before them | |
And it sweeps the past away | |
And its a good Life | |
From now on | |
When I look back at you | |
A good life, | |
Look ahead | |
The sky is almost blue |
zuò cí : Jones | |
They all smile | |
They shake your hand | |
They want to know your name | |
Y ou sit in your mothers room | |
Look through the window pane | |
When they know you' re not watching | |
They talk behind your back | |
They laugh about the lonliness | |
Of your awkward attack | |
Attack them in the fences | |
Attack them in the schoolyard | |
Wipe your sleeve across your head | |
When the canons fire | |
Someday, many years from here | |
Where no one else can see | |
You' ll dig up the things they buried | |
And finally set them free | |
Finally, set them free | |
Now free them from the schoolyard | |
Free them from the lunch tray edge | |
Free them from the canons inside your head | |
I don' t know why, | |
But for some people | |
An ordinary day | |
Just rises up before them | |
And it sweeps the past away | |
And its a good Life | |
From now on | |
When I look back at you | |
A good life, | |
Look ahead | |
The sky is almost blue |