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. |