| Song | Looking For Eden |
| Artist | Ian Anderson |
| Album | Walk Into Light |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| As I drove down the road to look for Eden | |
| saw two young girls but left them standing there. | |
| They were too late to get home on the underground | |
| and probably too drunk, too drunk to care. | |
| Can anyone tell me the way to Eden? | |
| I'll ask them there, have they a job for me. | |
| I'm not a fussy man, I can weed and hoe. | |
| I'll be her Adam, she can be my Eve. | |
| And where on earth are all those songs of Eden. | |
| The fairy tales, the shepherds and wise men. | |
| Just one old dosser lurching down Oxford Street | |
| to spend his Christmas lying in the rain. | |
| Don't anybody know the way to Eden. | |
| I'm tired of living my life in free-fall. | |
| They say it's somewhere out on the edge of town. | |
| Perhaps it isn't really there at all. |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| As I drove down the road to look for Eden | |
| saw two young girls but left them standing there. | |
| They were too late to get home on the underground | |
| and probably too drunk, too drunk to care. | |
| Can anyone tell me the way to Eden? | |
| I' ll ask them there, have they a job for me. | |
| I' m not a fussy man, I can weed and hoe. | |
| I' ll be her Adam, she can be my Eve. | |
| And where on earth are all those songs of Eden. | |
| The fairy tales, the shepherds and wise men. | |
| Just one old dosser lurching down Oxford Street | |
| to spend his Christmas lying in the rain. | |
| Don' t anybody know the way to Eden. | |
| I' m tired of living my life in freefall. | |
| They say it' s somewhere out on the edge of town. | |
| Perhaps it isn' t really there at all. |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| As I drove down the road to look for Eden | |
| saw two young girls but left them standing there. | |
| They were too late to get home on the underground | |
| and probably too drunk, too drunk to care. | |
| Can anyone tell me the way to Eden? | |
| I' ll ask them there, have they a job for me. | |
| I' m not a fussy man, I can weed and hoe. | |
| I' ll be her Adam, she can be my Eve. | |
| And where on earth are all those songs of Eden. | |
| The fairy tales, the shepherds and wise men. | |
| Just one old dosser lurching down Oxford Street | |
| to spend his Christmas lying in the rain. | |
| Don' t anybody know the way to Eden. | |
| I' m tired of living my life in freefall. | |
| They say it' s somewhere out on the edge of town. | |
| Perhaps it isn' t really there at all. |