| Song | My Old Pals |
| Artist | Kim Carnes |
| Album | Mistaken Identity |
| 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 |
| 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 |