Song | Nothing To Write Home About |
Artist | Soul Asylum |
Album | Grave Dancers Union/Let Your Dim Light Shine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Pirner | |
Dear mother, what can i say | |
It's been so long since i went away | |
And yes, i miss the comforts of home | |
But i guess i'm better off on my own | |
No one told me people could be so cruel | |
Nobody told me about any of this in school | |
Still nobody understands the things that i don't understand | |
I've nothing to write home about | |
Nothing i have figured out | |
Still i have the same old doubts | |
Nothing to write home about | |
Dear john, that ain't my name | |
I'm just hangin' 'round to take the blame | |
I'm filled with guilt, i'm filled with shame | |
Too much or not enough it's all the same | |
And no one wants to talk about the loss | |
No one wants to talk about the cost | |
Every one just looks away, just like any other day | |
I've nothing to write home about | |
Nothing i have figured out | |
Still i have the same old doubts | |
Nothing to write home about | |
Who can teach me how to change my ways | |
Who will come and save the day | |
Who will tell me what to say | |
When there's nothing left to say | |
Nobody told me about any of this in school | |
No one told me i'd be taken for a fool | |
And everyone just looks away, and tries to make it through the day | |
I've nothing to write home about | |
Nothing i have figured out | |
Still i have the same old doubts | |
Nothing to write home about |
zuo ci : Pirner | |
Dear mother, what can i say | |
It' s been so long since i went away | |
And yes, i miss the comforts of home | |
But i guess i' m better off on my own | |
No one told me people could be so cruel | |
Nobody told me about any of this in school | |
Still nobody understands the things that i don' t understand | |
I' ve nothing to write home about | |
Nothing i have figured out | |
Still i have the same old doubts | |
Nothing to write home about | |
Dear john, that ain' t my name | |
I' m just hangin' ' round to take the blame | |
I' m filled with guilt, i' m filled with shame | |
Too much or not enough it' s all the same | |
And no one wants to talk about the loss | |
No one wants to talk about the cost | |
Every one just looks away, just like any other day | |
I' ve nothing to write home about | |
Nothing i have figured out | |
Still i have the same old doubts | |
Nothing to write home about | |
Who can teach me how to change my ways | |
Who will come and save the day | |
Who will tell me what to say | |
When there' s nothing left to say | |
Nobody told me about any of this in school | |
No one told me i' d be taken for a fool | |
And everyone just looks away, and tries to make it through the day | |
I' ve nothing to write home about | |
Nothing i have figured out | |
Still i have the same old doubts | |
Nothing to write home about |
zuò cí : Pirner | |
Dear mother, what can i say | |
It' s been so long since i went away | |
And yes, i miss the comforts of home | |
But i guess i' m better off on my own | |
No one told me people could be so cruel | |
Nobody told me about any of this in school | |
Still nobody understands the things that i don' t understand | |
I' ve nothing to write home about | |
Nothing i have figured out | |
Still i have the same old doubts | |
Nothing to write home about | |
Dear john, that ain' t my name | |
I' m just hangin' ' round to take the blame | |
I' m filled with guilt, i' m filled with shame | |
Too much or not enough it' s all the same | |
And no one wants to talk about the loss | |
No one wants to talk about the cost | |
Every one just looks away, just like any other day | |
I' ve nothing to write home about | |
Nothing i have figured out | |
Still i have the same old doubts | |
Nothing to write home about | |
Who can teach me how to change my ways | |
Who will come and save the day | |
Who will tell me what to say | |
When there' s nothing left to say | |
Nobody told me about any of this in school | |
No one told me i' d be taken for a fool | |
And everyone just looks away, and tries to make it through the day | |
I' ve nothing to write home about | |
Nothing i have figured out | |
Still i have the same old doubts | |
Nothing to write home about |