Song | My Old Pals |
Artist | Kim Carnes |
Album | Mistaken Identity |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stekol | |
(Richard Stekol) | |
John and Lucky saw me off | |
The whistle called the times | |
Just six days out to the coast | |
Just six days behind | |
But I've seen every state since then | |
And where my boys have gone | |
Is known to God and four strong winds | |
And I'm here all alone | |
Now ten long years have somehow passed | |
Since I've seen my hometown | |
And times I've spent upon those streets | |
And faint familiar sounds | |
Still whisper gently in my ear | |
And play upon my eyes | |
And I'll hold on to my memories | |
Till one by one they die | |
I can hear your passing trains | |
And I wonder what they see | |
And somewhere's out my window | |
Are the places I might be | |
Now I'm chasing down those pretty little boys | |
They wander through my mind | |
Maybe they'll remember me | |
When I work off my time | |
But I still belong to everyone | |
And if my sleep allows | |
Well then all those boys | |
Will dance tonight | |
With me and my old pals | |
But I'm running every single night | |
And every single days | |
Lord I've tried everything I know | |
To somehow find my way | |
Back to that one place in time | |
That fond memory endows | |
Me and my old pals |
zuo ci : Stekol | |
Richard Stekol | |
John and Lucky saw me off | |
The whistle called the times | |
Just six days out to the coast | |
Just six days behind | |
But I' ve seen every state since then | |
And where my boys have gone | |
Is known to God and four strong winds | |
And I' m here all alone | |
Now ten long years have somehow passed | |
Since I' ve seen my hometown | |
And times I' ve spent upon those streets | |
And faint familiar sounds | |
Still whisper gently in my ear | |
And play upon my eyes | |
And I' ll hold on to my memories | |
Till one by one they die | |
I can hear your passing trains | |
And I wonder what they see | |
And somewhere' s out my window | |
Are the places I might be | |
Now I' m chasing down those pretty little boys | |
They wander through my mind | |
Maybe they' ll remember me | |
When I work off my time | |
But I still belong to everyone | |
And if my sleep allows | |
Well then all those boys | |
Will dance tonight | |
With me and my old pals | |
But I' m running every single night | |
And every single days | |
Lord I' ve tried everything I know | |
To somehow find my way | |
Back to that one place in time | |
That fond memory endows | |
Me and my old pals |
zuò cí : Stekol | |
Richard Stekol | |
John and Lucky saw me off | |
The whistle called the times | |
Just six days out to the coast | |
Just six days behind | |
But I' ve seen every state since then | |
And where my boys have gone | |
Is known to God and four strong winds | |
And I' m here all alone | |
Now ten long years have somehow passed | |
Since I' ve seen my hometown | |
And times I' ve spent upon those streets | |
And faint familiar sounds | |
Still whisper gently in my ear | |
And play upon my eyes | |
And I' ll hold on to my memories | |
Till one by one they die | |
I can hear your passing trains | |
And I wonder what they see | |
And somewhere' s out my window | |
Are the places I might be | |
Now I' m chasing down those pretty little boys | |
They wander through my mind | |
Maybe they' ll remember me | |
When I work off my time | |
But I still belong to everyone | |
And if my sleep allows | |
Well then all those boys | |
Will dance tonight | |
With me and my old pals | |
But I' m running every single night | |
And every single days | |
Lord I' ve tried everything I know | |
To somehow find my way | |
Back to that one place in time | |
That fond memory endows | |
Me and my old pals |