Song | 200 More Miles |
Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
Album | The Trinity Session |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Timmins | |
Atlanta's a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
Like a signal fire | |
I got willie on the radio | |
A dozen things on my mind | |
And number one is fleshing out | |
These dreams of mine | |
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
To fall into tonight | |
In nashville there is a lighter | |
In a case for all to see | |
It speaks of dreams and heartaches | |
Left unsung | |
And in the corner stands a guitar and | |
Lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand | |
I don't travel past, travel hard before | |
And i'm beginning to understand | |
That i've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
To fall into tonight | |
They say that i am crazy | |
My life wasting on this road | |
That time will find my dreams | |
Scared or dead and cold | |
But i heard there is a light | |
Drawing me to reach an end | |
And when i reach there, i'll turn back | |
And you and i can begin again | |
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
To fall into tonight | |
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But i wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows | |
For one hour of this night | |
Atlanta's a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
Like a signal fire |
zuo qu : Timmins | |
Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
Like a signal fire | |
I got willie on the radio | |
A dozen things on my mind | |
And number one is fleshing out | |
These dreams of mine | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
To fall into tonight | |
In nashville there is a lighter | |
In a case for all to see | |
It speaks of dreams and heartaches | |
Left unsung | |
And in the corner stands a guitar and | |
Lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand | |
I don' t travel past, travel hard before | |
And i' m beginning to understand | |
That i' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
To fall into tonight | |
They say that i am crazy | |
My life wasting on this road | |
That time will find my dreams | |
Scared or dead and cold | |
But i heard there is a light | |
Drawing me to reach an end | |
And when i reach there, i' ll turn back | |
And you and i can begin again | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
To fall into tonight | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But i wouldn' t trade all your golden tomorrows | |
For one hour of this night | |
Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
Like a signal fire |
zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
Like a signal fire | |
I got willie on the radio | |
A dozen things on my mind | |
And number one is fleshing out | |
These dreams of mine | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
To fall into tonight | |
In nashville there is a lighter | |
In a case for all to see | |
It speaks of dreams and heartaches | |
Left unsung | |
And in the corner stands a guitar and | |
Lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand | |
I don' t travel past, travel hard before | |
And i' m beginning to understand | |
That i' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
To fall into tonight | |
They say that i am crazy | |
My life wasting on this road | |
That time will find my dreams | |
Scared or dead and cold | |
But i heard there is a light | |
Drawing me to reach an end | |
And when i reach there, i' ll turn back | |
And you and i can begin again | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
To fall into tonight | |
I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
Before i sleep | |
But i wouldn' t trade all your golden tomorrows | |
For one hour of this night | |
Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
Montgomery a recent birth | |
And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
Like a signal fire |