| Song | Old Broad Street |
| Artist | Jimmy Mac |
| Album | These Nights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : James McIntosh | |
| 作曲 : James McIntosh | |
| Autumn is here and I’m lying in my room | |
| With nobody around me but the starlings in my roof | |
| I think of a drink—just the one and then I’m through | |
| I suppose not even I believe that’s true | |
| Another waste of time | |
| Yet I’ll | |
| See you by the riverside | |
| Where the cilia lines and traps | |
| Your dreams | |
| Winter is here and the SAD envelopes town | |
| Through looming vaults and glass facades that Portland wraps around | |
| A stroll through the City—the streets where I belong | |
| But it’s lonely in between the madding throng | |
| Another waste of time | |
| Yet I’ll | |
| See you by the riverside | |
| Where the cilia lines and traps | |
| Your dreams | |
| Same old pain | |
| Different day | |
| Hope I find a church to pray | |
| A lovely way to spend the afternoon |
| zuo ci : James McIntosh | |
| zuo qu : James McIntosh | |
| Autumn is here and I' m lying in my room | |
| With nobody around me but the starlings in my roof | |
| I think of a drink just the one and then I' m through | |
| I suppose not even I believe that' s true | |
| Another waste of time | |
| Yet I' ll | |
| See you by the riverside | |
| Where the cilia lines and traps | |
| Your dreams | |
| Winter is here and the SAD envelopes town | |
| Through looming vaults and glass facades that Portland wraps around | |
| A stroll through the City the streets where I belong | |
| But it' s lonely in between the madding throng | |
| Another waste of time | |
| Yet I' ll | |
| See you by the riverside | |
| Where the cilia lines and traps | |
| Your dreams | |
| Same old pain | |
| Different day | |
| Hope I find a church to pray | |
| A lovely way to spend the afternoon |
| zuò cí : James McIntosh | |
| zuò qǔ : James McIntosh | |
| Autumn is here and I' m lying in my room | |
| With nobody around me but the starlings in my roof | |
| I think of a drink just the one and then I' m through | |
| I suppose not even I believe that' s true | |
| Another waste of time | |
| Yet I' ll | |
| See you by the riverside | |
| Where the cilia lines and traps | |
| Your dreams | |
| Winter is here and the SAD envelopes town | |
| Through looming vaults and glass facades that Portland wraps around | |
| A stroll through the City the streets where I belong | |
| But it' s lonely in between the madding throng | |
| Another waste of time | |
| Yet I' ll | |
| See you by the riverside | |
| Where the cilia lines and traps | |
| Your dreams | |
| Same old pain | |
| Different day | |
| Hope I find a church to pray | |
| A lovely way to spend the afternoon |