| Song | Red Light Nickel |
| Artist | Kelly Joe Phelps |
| Album | Tunesmith Retrofit |
| 作词 : Phelps | |
| Trails the no home leave behind them | |
| "God bless you" signs on a street corner lamp post | |
| Maybe a vet of his own alley way | |
| An "Ain't drunk yet wanna be" swallow song | |
| Ain't drunk yet wanna be | |
| Bits of rubber hanging by a needle | |
| Thread between childhood and where this is now | |
| How does one wither or whittle down a tree | |
| For blossoms that try to bear right circumstance | |
| Blossoms that try to bear | |
| So, it's good out there? Better than some... | |
| Folks keep trying to bring back the summer | |
| That returned an unreturnable smile | |
| Shoe string in a nether wind | |
| Fish bite on a silver hook | |
| Soft step in the stairwell that sounds like dad | |
| Hungry, it is, tired and old | |
| 30 or 80 years, ticket the same | |
| The game stay's the right of the passing in time | |
| Surrogate rhyme lingers tip o' the tongue | |
| Surrogate rhyme lingers | |
| So, it's good out there? Better than some... | |
| Folks keep trying to bring back that summer | |
| That returned an unreturnable smile | |
| Shoe string in a nether wind | |
| Fish bite on a silver hook | |
| Soft step in the stairwell that sounds like dad | |
| When I was young, my dreams flew in colors | |
| Even did as the sore ocean rumbled | |
| Now my feet wander the length of new countries | |
| Red light holding my vision to come | |
| And a green light holding my vision | |
| And it sounds like dad | |
| It sounds like dad | |
| And it sounds like dad |
| zuò cí : Phelps | |
| Trails the no home leave behind them | |
| " God bless you" signs on a street corner lamp post | |
| Maybe a vet of his own alley way | |
| An " Ain' t drunk yet wanna be" swallow song | |
| Ain' t drunk yet wanna be | |
| Bits of rubber hanging by a needle | |
| Thread between childhood and where this is now | |
| How does one wither or whittle down a tree | |
| For blossoms that try to bear right circumstance | |
| Blossoms that try to bear | |
| So, it' s good out there? Better than some... | |
| Folks keep trying to bring back the summer | |
| That returned an unreturnable smile | |
| Shoe string in a nether wind | |
| Fish bite on a silver hook | |
| Soft step in the stairwell that sounds like dad | |
| Hungry, it is, tired and old | |
| 30 or 80 years, ticket the same | |
| The game stay' s the right of the passing in time | |
| Surrogate rhyme lingers tip o' the tongue | |
| Surrogate rhyme lingers | |
| So, it' s good out there? Better than some... | |
| Folks keep trying to bring back that summer | |
| That returned an unreturnable smile | |
| Shoe string in a nether wind | |
| Fish bite on a silver hook | |
| Soft step in the stairwell that sounds like dad | |
| When I was young, my dreams flew in colors | |
| Even did as the sore ocean rumbled | |
| Now my feet wander the length of new countries | |
| Red light holding my vision to come | |
| And a green light holding my vision | |
| And it sounds like dad | |
| It sounds like dad | |
| And it sounds like dad |