Song | Powerful People |
Artist | Gino Vannelli |
Album | Ultimate Collection |
作词 : Vannelli | |
Look at the powerful people | |
Stealing the sun from the day | |
Wish I could do something about it | |
When all I can do is pray | |
It's a lonely afternoon | |
With nowhere to go but my room | |
And Sunday when there's time | |
I think of these things on my mind | |
And I don't know | |
Where I will go | |
Look at the ominous people | |
Draining the salt from the sea | |
Wish I could just stand up and shout it | |
Why can't they let goodness be | |
Oh it's a lonely afternoon | |
With nowhere to go but my room | |
And some day when there's time | |
I think of these things on my mind | |
And I don't know | |
Where I will go | |
Come on you world won't you give a damn | |
Turn on some lights and see this garbage can | |
Time is the essence if we plan to stay | |
Death is in stride when filth is the pride of our home | |
Wish I could just stand up and shout it | |
Why can't they let goodness be | |
Oh it's a lonely afternoon | |
With nowhere to go but my room | |
And Sunday when there's time | |
I think of these things on my mind | |
Oh and Monday there's no time | |
So I close both my eyes and I'm blind | |
And I don't care where oh where is my prayer |
zuò cí : Vannelli | |
Look at the powerful people | |
Stealing the sun from the day | |
Wish I could do something about it | |
When all I can do is pray | |
It' s a lonely afternoon | |
With nowhere to go but my room | |
And Sunday when there' s time | |
I think of these things on my mind | |
And I don' t know | |
Where I will go | |
Look at the ominous people | |
Draining the salt from the sea | |
Wish I could just stand up and shout it | |
Why can' t they let goodness be | |
Oh it' s a lonely afternoon | |
With nowhere to go but my room | |
And some day when there' s time | |
I think of these things on my mind | |
And I don' t know | |
Where I will go | |
Come on you world won' t you give a damn | |
Turn on some lights and see this garbage can | |
Time is the essence if we plan to stay | |
Death is in stride when filth is the pride of our home | |
Wish I could just stand up and shout it | |
Why can' t they let goodness be | |
Oh it' s a lonely afternoon | |
With nowhere to go but my room | |
And Sunday when there' s time | |
I think of these things on my mind | |
Oh and Monday there' s no time | |
So I close both my eyes and I' m blind | |
And I don' t care where oh where is my prayer |