| 作词 : Chapman, Whitney | |
| Just millions of miles | |
| To gaze at life's smiles, that's surrounding us | |
| A flash from the past | |
| But a look that won't last, will it babe? | |
| And look at the space | |
| And the change of a face as we see it go | |
| Changing the style | |
| That's been wrong by a mile, watch it babe | |
| I can see it shine | |
| Light years from here | |
| In one perfect line | |
| How near | |
| Yet how far | |
| How near | |
| Yet how far - | |
| We've got thousands of ways | |
| Of counting the days, as they pass us by | |
| They're here then they're gone | |
| And they won't linger on, will they babe? | |
| And look at the space | |
| And the change of a face as we see it go | |
| Changing the style | |
| That's been wrong by a mile, watch it babe | |
| (REPEAT CHORUS) |
| zuo ci : Chapman, Whitney | |
| Just millions of miles | |
| To gaze at life' s smiles, that' s surrounding us | |
| A flash from the past | |
| But a look that won' t last, will it babe? | |
| And look at the space | |
| And the change of a face as we see it go | |
| Changing the style | |
| That' s been wrong by a mile, watch it babe | |
| I can see it shine | |
| Light years from here | |
| In one perfect line | |
| How near | |
| Yet how far | |
| How near | |
| Yet how far | |
| We' ve got thousands of ways | |
| Of counting the days, as they pass us by | |
| They' re here then they' re gone | |
| And they won' t linger on, will they babe? | |
| And look at the space | |
| And the change of a face as we see it go | |
| Changing the style | |
| That' s been wrong by a mile, watch it babe | |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Chapman, Whitney | |
| Just millions of miles | |
| To gaze at life' s smiles, that' s surrounding us | |
| A flash from the past | |
| But a look that won' t last, will it babe? | |
| And look at the space | |
| And the change of a face as we see it go | |
| Changing the style | |
| That' s been wrong by a mile, watch it babe | |
| I can see it shine | |
| Light years from here | |
| In one perfect line | |
| How near | |
| Yet how far | |
| How near | |
| Yet how far | |
| We' ve got thousands of ways | |
| Of counting the days, as they pass us by | |
| They' re here then they' re gone | |
| And they won' t linger on, will they babe? | |
| And look at the space | |
| And the change of a face as we see it go | |
| Changing the style | |
| That' s been wrong by a mile, watch it babe | |
| REPEAT CHORUS |