| Song | A Stranger's Car |
| Artist | Rickie Lee Jones |
| Album | Traffic From Paradise |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones | |
| Take the train | |
| Oh you have run as far as you can go | |
| They've tied your fingers to rails of stars | |
| Can you hear the whistle blow? | |
| There's is no one here to beat out your brains | |
| There's no one who'll make you cry | |
| If your parents kill you year by year | |
| Well here's the time to say goodbye | |
| And it's oh so bad from far away | |
| And it's always warm inside | |
| There's children there | |
| There's children there | |
| Who will touch your face? | |
| Who will fill your pockets? | |
| Avoid that tangled street | |
| And who will count the marbles there? | |
| And who will save your penny ring? | |
| Come and meet the angels born this day | |
| Sleep now the night is late | |
| Be still until this wayward bird lets go of heaven's gate |
| zuo ci : Jones | |
| Take the train | |
| Oh you have run as far as you can go | |
| They' ve tied your fingers to rails of stars | |
| Can you hear the whistle blow? | |
| There' s is no one here to beat out your brains | |
| There' s no one who' ll make you cry | |
| If your parents kill you year by year | |
| Well here' s the time to say goodbye | |
| And it' s oh so bad from far away | |
| And it' s always warm inside | |
| There' s children there | |
| There' s children there | |
| Who will touch your face? | |
| Who will fill your pockets? | |
| Avoid that tangled street | |
| And who will count the marbles there? | |
| And who will save your penny ring? | |
| Come and meet the angels born this day | |
| Sleep now the night is late | |
| Be still until this wayward bird lets go of heaven' s gate |
| zuò cí : Jones | |
| Take the train | |
| Oh you have run as far as you can go | |
| They' ve tied your fingers to rails of stars | |
| Can you hear the whistle blow? | |
| There' s is no one here to beat out your brains | |
| There' s no one who' ll make you cry | |
| If your parents kill you year by year | |
| Well here' s the time to say goodbye | |
| And it' s oh so bad from far away | |
| And it' s always warm inside | |
| There' s children there | |
| There' s children there | |
| Who will touch your face? | |
| Who will fill your pockets? | |
| Avoid that tangled street | |
| And who will count the marbles there? | |
| And who will save your penny ring? | |
| Come and meet the angels born this day | |
| Sleep now the night is late | |
| Be still until this wayward bird lets go of heaven' s gate |