Song | Where the Driveway Ends |
Artist | Carlon |
Album | Johari Window |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McGlynn, Williams | |
Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
My head plays a waltz | |
Cinnamon air | |
Fills the back room | |
And the valley between ours | |
Time on the wall | |
Where the driveway ends | |
I shoulder and furrow the wind | |
Pepper the house with the door-knocking brass | |
But don't really care to get in | |
The sun goes down and blankets | |
The town of people that I haven't seen | |
It wasn't a fight | |
But I stayed up all night | |
Figuring out what it means | |
And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ‘I'll be down soon' | |
The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
My head plays a waltz | |
Cinnamon air | |
Fills the back room | |
And the valley between ours | |
I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ‘I'll be down soon' | |
While the window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
My father's not the sleeping kind | |
He's often up alone | |
My mother sleeps heavy awake when she's ready | |
To answer the living room phone | |
My sister and I, oh, we sleep steady | |
But often throughout half the day | |
My brother, he's gone | |
But I have to be strong | |
And I hope that I'll see him someday | |
And the snow-plows go scraping down Hillbury Road | |
With the light of the moon at their backs | |
I'm only home for two short days | |
And I just can't seem to relax | |
And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ‘I'll be down soon' | |
The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
My head plays a waltz |
zuo qu : McGlynn, Williams | |
Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
My head plays a waltz | |
Cinnamon air | |
Fills the back room | |
And the valley between ours | |
Time on the wall | |
Where the driveway ends | |
I shoulder and furrow the wind | |
Pepper the house with the doorknocking brass | |
But don' t really care to get in | |
The sun goes down and blankets | |
The town of people that I haven' t seen | |
It wasn' t a fight | |
But I stayed up all night | |
Figuring out what it means | |
And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
My head plays a waltz | |
Cinnamon air | |
Fills the back room | |
And the valley between ours | |
I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
While the window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
My father' s not the sleeping kind | |
He' s often up alone | |
My mother sleeps heavy awake when she' s ready | |
To answer the living room phone | |
My sister and I, oh, we sleep steady | |
But often throughout half the day | |
My brother, he' s gone | |
But I have to be strong | |
And I hope that I' ll see him someday | |
And the snowplows go scraping down Hillbury Road | |
With the light of the moon at their backs | |
I' m only home for two short days | |
And I just can' t seem to relax | |
And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
My head plays a waltz |
zuò qǔ : McGlynn, Williams | |
Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
My head plays a waltz | |
Cinnamon air | |
Fills the back room | |
And the valley between ours | |
Time on the wall | |
Where the driveway ends | |
I shoulder and furrow the wind | |
Pepper the house with the doorknocking brass | |
But don' t really care to get in | |
The sun goes down and blankets | |
The town of people that I haven' t seen | |
It wasn' t a fight | |
But I stayed up all night | |
Figuring out what it means | |
And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
My head plays a waltz | |
Cinnamon air | |
Fills the back room | |
And the valley between ours | |
I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
While the window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
My father' s not the sleeping kind | |
He' s often up alone | |
My mother sleeps heavy awake when she' s ready | |
To answer the living room phone | |
My sister and I, oh, we sleep steady | |
But often throughout half the day | |
My brother, he' s gone | |
But I have to be strong | |
And I hope that I' ll see him someday | |
And the snowplows go scraping down Hillbury Road | |
With the light of the moon at their backs | |
I' m only home for two short days | |
And I just can' t seem to relax | |
And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
My head plays a waltz |