作曲 : Lajoie | |
its such a funny feeling | |
as i walk into the streets | |
empty eyes on people's faces | |
makes me sad | |
when they look at me | |
i know they're only strangers | |
i might never see 'em again | |
but it's more than my desire | |
to tell them | |
they're riding away | |
on a hellbound train | |
heading for the wrong destination | |
all like sheep have gone astray | |
people passing through the station | |
with their luggage | |
full of shame | |
different names and different places | |
but the song remains the same | |
the heart of man through the ages | |
neeeds to be | |
forgiven and free | |
and i'm filled with a deep compassion | |
that my Father's given me | |
i will always preach the gospel | |
to the ends of the earth | |
'till everyone has heard Jesus is the way | |
to a heavenbound train |
zuo qu : Lajoie | |
its such a funny feeling | |
as i walk into the streets | |
empty eyes on people' s faces | |
makes me sad | |
when they look at me | |
i know they' re only strangers | |
i might never see ' em again | |
but it' s more than my desire | |
to tell them | |
they' re riding away | |
on a hellbound train | |
heading for the wrong destination | |
all like sheep have gone astray | |
people passing through the station | |
with their luggage | |
full of shame | |
different names and different places | |
but the song remains the same | |
the heart of man through the ages | |
neeeds to be | |
forgiven and free | |
and i' m filled with a deep compassion | |
that my Father' s given me | |
i will always preach the gospel | |
to the ends of the earth | |
' till everyone has heard Jesus is the way | |
to a heavenbound train |
zuò qǔ : Lajoie | |
its such a funny feeling | |
as i walk into the streets | |
empty eyes on people' s faces | |
makes me sad | |
when they look at me | |
i know they' re only strangers | |
i might never see ' em again | |
but it' s more than my desire | |
to tell them | |
they' re riding away | |
on a hellbound train | |
heading for the wrong destination | |
all like sheep have gone astray | |
people passing through the station | |
with their luggage | |
full of shame | |
different names and different places | |
but the song remains the same | |
the heart of man through the ages | |
neeeds to be | |
forgiven and free | |
and i' m filled with a deep compassion | |
that my Father' s given me | |
i will always preach the gospel | |
to the ends of the earth | |
' till everyone has heard Jesus is the way | |
to a heavenbound train |