| Song | No Better Place |
| Artist | Fountains of Wayne |
| Album | Welcome Interstate Managers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
| Is that supposed to be your poker face | |
| Or was someone run over by a train | |
| And you were minding your own business | |
| But you're begging for forgiveness just the same | |
| And it's running back and forth inside your mind | |
| Just how that town defined you | |
| Dressed you up, painted your face | |
| And now you're leaving | |
| New YorkFor no better place | |
| You're awake and trying not to be | |
| Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn | |
| And the nighttime's wrapped around you | |
| Will be until it drops you on the dawn> | |
| From the C train to the shiny tower | |
| Kicked around til happy hour found you | |
| Where you can drink that smirk right off your face | |
| And now you're leaving | |
| New YorkFor no better place | |
| And here is your reflection | |
| In a building uptown | |
| A ghost inside some | |
| Madison Avenue display | |
| Like water under bridges | |
| You're slowly passing by | |
| As you sail between the rooftops and the sky | |
| And the bourbon sits inside me | |
| Right now | |
| I'm a puppet in its sway | |
| And it may be the whiskey talking | |
| But the whiskey says | |
| I miss you every day | |
| So I taxi to an all-night party | |
| Park me in the corner in an old chair | |
| Sip my drink and stare out into space | |
| And now you're leaving | |
| New YorkFor no better place |
| zuo ci : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
| Is that supposed to be your poker face | |
| Or was someone run over by a train | |
| And you were minding your own business | |
| But you' re begging for forgiveness just the same | |
| And it' s running back and forth inside your mind | |
| Just how that town defined you | |
| Dressed you up, painted your face | |
| And now you' re leaving | |
| New YorkFor no better place | |
| You' re awake and trying not to be | |
| Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn | |
| And the nighttime' s wrapped around you | |
| Will be until it drops you on the dawn | |
| From the C train to the shiny tower | |
| Kicked around til happy hour found you | |
| Where you can drink that smirk right off your face | |
| And now you' re leaving | |
| New YorkFor no better place | |
| And here is your reflection | |
| In a building uptown | |
| A ghost inside some | |
| Madison Avenue display | |
| Like water under bridges | |
| You' re slowly passing by | |
| As you sail between the rooftops and the sky | |
| And the bourbon sits inside me | |
| Right now | |
| I' m a puppet in its sway | |
| And it may be the whiskey talking | |
| But the whiskey says | |
| I miss you every day | |
| So I taxi to an allnight party | |
| Park me in the corner in an old chair | |
| Sip my drink and stare out into space | |
| And now you' re leaving | |
| New YorkFor no better place |
| zuò cí : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
| Is that supposed to be your poker face | |
| Or was someone run over by a train | |
| And you were minding your own business | |
| But you' re begging for forgiveness just the same | |
| And it' s running back and forth inside your mind | |
| Just how that town defined you | |
| Dressed you up, painted your face | |
| And now you' re leaving | |
| New YorkFor no better place | |
| You' re awake and trying not to be | |
| Wrapped around your pillow like a prawn | |
| And the nighttime' s wrapped around you | |
| Will be until it drops you on the dawn | |
| From the C train to the shiny tower | |
| Kicked around til happy hour found you | |
| Where you can drink that smirk right off your face | |
| And now you' re leaving | |
| New YorkFor no better place | |
| And here is your reflection | |
| In a building uptown | |
| A ghost inside some | |
| Madison Avenue display | |
| Like water under bridges | |
| You' re slowly passing by | |
| As you sail between the rooftops and the sky | |
| And the bourbon sits inside me | |
| Right now | |
| I' m a puppet in its sway | |
| And it may be the whiskey talking | |
| But the whiskey says | |
| I miss you every day | |
| So I taxi to an allnight party | |
| Park me in the corner in an old chair | |
| Sip my drink and stare out into space | |
| And now you' re leaving | |
| New YorkFor no better place |