The Anvil

	作词 : Phelps
	There are some that blindly and happily plow
	While the tractor screams "Feed me some oil"
	The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth
	Fall softly on full ahead ears
	A frown may give away something right
	A smile can hide crooked affairs
	The sun on the back rings a work man's guffaw
	It's all in the bag with coins
	Call me tomorrow, then come over here
	See if we can figure this out
	There in an eye winking curiously
	By the campground, the bedside night stand
	My leg bones feel weary yet walk on they will
	Holding for wheels and gravy
	on a plate full of nothing but shaking my head
	with a side bowl of nothing to do
	Could be a time thing, could be a ruse
	And I will concede to confusion
	Ideas spin 'round my crazy old head
	Hard as (and light as) an anvil
	The liver will wither and wax with the tide
	Fine, if I can find the answer
	To a question I've never been asked before
	I hear time and time again

	zuò cí : Phelps
	There are some that blindly and happily plow
	While the tractor screams " Feed me some oil"
	The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth
	Fall softly on full ahead ears
	A frown may give away something right
	A smile can hide crooked affairs
	The sun on the back rings a work man' s guffaw
	It' s all in the bag with coins
	Call me tomorrow, then come over here
	See if we can figure this out
	There in an eye winking curiously
	By the campground, the bedside night stand
	My leg bones feel weary yet walk on they will
	Holding for wheels and gravy
	on a plate full of nothing but shaking my head
	with a side bowl of nothing to do
	Could be a time thing, could be a ruse
	And I will concede to confusion
	Ideas spin ' round my crazy old head
	Hard as and light as an anvil
	The liver will wither and wax with the tide
	Fine, if I can find the answer
	To a question I' ve never been asked before
	I hear time and time again