| Song | Miles From Our Home |
| Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
| Album | Miles From Our Home |
| 作曲 : Timmins | |
| No one in sight for fifty miles, | |
| sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines | |
| If I could just reach the crest of that hill | |
| this whole day will tumble and out the night will spill | |
| The sky is still as a spinning top, | |
| shooting stars drop like burning words from above | |
| If I could just connect all these dots, | |
| the truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love | |
| And yet the people keep saying | |
| I'm miles from my home, | |
| miles from my home | |
| I met you again in my sleep last night, | |
| these are days of slow boats and false starts | |
| Hearts remain under lock and key, | |
| you will be the one to set them both free | |
| And yet the people will tell you | |
| your miles from your home, | |
| miles from your home | |
| But that's where I want to be | |
| Out there searching, | |
| out here fumbling, | |
| out here waiting, | |
| for you and you for me | |
| The moon hangs like a question mark, | |
| pale as milk, bold as a promise | |
| When will you share the sights with us? | |
| when will we hold you in our arms? | |
| And the people we'll tell them | |
| we're miles from our home, | |
| miles from our home |
| zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
| No one in sight for fifty miles, | |
| sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines | |
| If I could just reach the crest of that hill | |
| this whole day will tumble and out the night will spill | |
| The sky is still as a spinning top, | |
| shooting stars drop like burning words from above | |
| If I could just connect all these dots, | |
| the truth would tumble like a Cynic vexed by love | |
| And yet the people keep saying | |
| I' m miles from my home, | |
| miles from my home | |
| I met you again in my sleep last night, | |
| these are days of slow boats and false starts | |
| Hearts remain under lock and key, | |
| you will be the one to set them both free | |
| And yet the people will tell you | |
| your miles from your home, | |
| miles from your home | |
| But that' s where I want to be | |
| Out there searching, | |
| out here fumbling, | |
| out here waiting, | |
| for you and you for me | |
| The moon hangs like a question mark, | |
| pale as milk, bold as a promise | |
| When will you share the sights with us? | |
| when will we hold you in our arms? | |
| And the people we' ll tell them | |
| we' re miles from our home, | |
| miles from our home |