| Song | Rodeo |
| Artist | Darlingside |
| Album | Look Up & Fly Away |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Don Mitchell/Auyon Mukharji/David Senft/Harris Paseltiner |
| [00:21.69] | This is my first rodeo |
| [00:26.94] | I'm holding on tight |
| [00:29.04] | To the rope |
| [00:32.10] | Don't know which |
| [00:33.55] | Way this will go |
| [00:36.68] | An aisle at the convenience store |
| [00:42.57] | Shoelace gray lottery floor |
| [00:47.69] | It feels like I've been here before |
| [00:52.93] | The clerk is a man behind glass |
| [00:58.01] | Behind his eyes is the past |
| [01:02.90] | Behind him the local news broadcast |
| [01:08.53] | There are only two ways you can go |
| [01:13.82] | Away from or back to your home |
| [01:18.52] | So I picture a gigantic road |
| [01:24.57] | Where everyone walks to the sun oh |
| [01:29.92] | This is my first rodeo |
| [01:35.28] | I'm holding on tight to the rope |
| [01:40.48] | Don't know which way this will go |
| [01:50.100] | I happened on breakfast downstairs |
| [01:55.84] | My mom and my brother are there |
| [02:01.27] | Cinnamon toast in the air |
| [02:06.36] | The dogs are out back in the snow |
| [02:11.97] | TV, the clock radio |
| [02:17.25] | Everything talks in its home |
| [02:21.61] | As the months are zoomed too far in |
| [02:27.11] | These pages are pages I've read |
| [02:32.14] | And the places are places I've been |
| [02:37.48] | Oh |
| [02:42.79] | And today is the same as the rest |
| [02:48.32] | But sure it's shaped nonetheless |
| [02:53.10] | So I stand up and drop off my plate |
| [02:59.25] | Push out the door to the front gate |
| [03:25.39] | And I'll ride a bus out of town |
| [03:30.72] | I feel my feet moving me down |
| [03:35.90] | The bus lifting up off the ground |
| [03:40.49] | Then the thoughts come |
| [03:42.11] | And go for awhile |
| [03:46.37] | The parking lot fades into sight |
| [03:51.65] | The path to the beach in the streetlight |
| [03:56.73] | The door pulls the bus driver's hand |
| [04:02.18] | The curb pushes up to the sand |
| [04:07.25] | I step into an alien land |
| [04:12.14] | Oh |
| [04:17.34] | Where the sand brush and |
| [04:18.96] | Snow dunes descend |
| [04:23.24] | And ice water ocean begins |
| [04:27.85] | And I think I can see to the end |
| [04:33.53] | The winging the light in the wind |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Don Mitchell Auyon Mukharji David Senft Harris Paseltiner |
| [00:21.69] | This is my first rodeo |
| [00:26.94] | I' m holding on tight |
| [00:29.04] | To the rope |
| [00:32.10] | Don' t know which |
| [00:33.55] | Way this will go |
| [00:36.68] | An aisle at the convenience store |
| [00:42.57] | Shoelace gray lottery floor |
| [00:47.69] | It feels like I' ve been here before |
| [00:52.93] | The clerk is a man behind glass |
| [00:58.01] | Behind his eyes is the past |
| [01:02.90] | Behind him the local news broadcast |
| [01:08.53] | There are only two ways you can go |
| [01:13.82] | Away from or back to your home |
| [01:18.52] | So I picture a gigantic road |
| [01:24.57] | Where everyone walks to the sun oh |
| [01:29.92] | This is my first rodeo |
| [01:35.28] | I' m holding on tight to the rope |
| [01:40.48] | Don' t know which way this will go |
| [01:50.100] | I happened on breakfast downstairs |
| [01:55.84] | My mom and my brother are there |
| [02:01.27] | Cinnamon toast in the air |
| [02:06.36] | The dogs are out back in the snow |
| [02:11.97] | TV, the clock radio |
| [02:17.25] | Everything talks in its home |
| [02:21.61] | As the months are zoomed too far in |
| [02:27.11] | These pages are pages I' ve read |
| [02:32.14] | And the places are places I' ve been |
| [02:37.48] | Oh |
| [02:42.79] | And today is the same as the rest |
| [02:48.32] | But sure it' s shaped nonetheless |
| [02:53.10] | So I stand up and drop off my plate |
| [02:59.25] | Push out the door to the front gate |
| [03:25.39] | And I' ll ride a bus out of town |
| [03:30.72] | I feel my feet moving me down |
| [03:35.90] | The bus lifting up off the ground |
| [03:40.49] | Then the thoughts come |
| [03:42.11] | And go for awhile |
| [03:46.37] | The parking lot fades into sight |
| [03:51.65] | The path to the beach in the streetlight |
| [03:56.73] | The door pulls the bus driver' s hand |
| [04:02.18] | The curb pushes up to the sand |
| [04:07.25] | I step into an alien land |
| [04:12.14] | Oh |
| [04:17.34] | Where the sand brush and |
| [04:18.96] | Snow dunes descend |
| [04:23.24] | And ice water ocean begins |
| [04:27.85] | And I think I can see to the end |
| [04:33.53] | The winging the light in the wind |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Don Mitchell Auyon Mukharji David Senft Harris Paseltiner |
| [00:21.69] | This is my first rodeo |
| [00:26.94] | I' m holding on tight |
| [00:29.04] | To the rope |
| [00:32.10] | Don' t know which |
| [00:33.55] | Way this will go |
| [00:36.68] | An aisle at the convenience store |
| [00:42.57] | Shoelace gray lottery floor |
| [00:47.69] | It feels like I' ve been here before |
| [00:52.93] | The clerk is a man behind glass |
| [00:58.01] | Behind his eyes is the past |
| [01:02.90] | Behind him the local news broadcast |
| [01:08.53] | There are only two ways you can go |
| [01:13.82] | Away from or back to your home |
| [01:18.52] | So I picture a gigantic road |
| [01:24.57] | Where everyone walks to the sun oh |
| [01:29.92] | This is my first rodeo |
| [01:35.28] | I' m holding on tight to the rope |
| [01:40.48] | Don' t know which way this will go |
| [01:50.100] | I happened on breakfast downstairs |
| [01:55.84] | My mom and my brother are there |
| [02:01.27] | Cinnamon toast in the air |
| [02:06.36] | The dogs are out back in the snow |
| [02:11.97] | TV, the clock radio |
| [02:17.25] | Everything talks in its home |
| [02:21.61] | As the months are zoomed too far in |
| [02:27.11] | These pages are pages I' ve read |
| [02:32.14] | And the places are places I' ve been |
| [02:37.48] | Oh |
| [02:42.79] | And today is the same as the rest |
| [02:48.32] | But sure it' s shaped nonetheless |
| [02:53.10] | So I stand up and drop off my plate |
| [02:59.25] | Push out the door to the front gate |
| [03:25.39] | And I' ll ride a bus out of town |
| [03:30.72] | I feel my feet moving me down |
| [03:35.90] | The bus lifting up off the ground |
| [03:40.49] | Then the thoughts come |
| [03:42.11] | And go for awhile |
| [03:46.37] | The parking lot fades into sight |
| [03:51.65] | The path to the beach in the streetlight |
| [03:56.73] | The door pulls the bus driver' s hand |
| [04:02.18] | The curb pushes up to the sand |
| [04:07.25] | I step into an alien land |
| [04:12.14] | Oh |
| [04:17.34] | Where the sand brush and |
| [04:18.96] | Snow dunes descend |
| [04:23.24] | And ice water ocean begins |
| [04:27.85] | And I think I can see to the end |
| [04:33.53] | The winging the light in the wind |