作词 : Clark | |
Standin' on the gone side of leavin'. | |
She found a thumb and stuck it in the breeze. | |
She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere. | |
She can lay it down and live it like she'd please | |
Chorus She ain't goin' nowhere, she's just leavin'. | |
She ain't goin' nowhere she can't breathe in. | |
And she ain't goin' home, and that's for sure. | |
She's not sitting and cryin' on her suitcase. | |
She has no second thoughts by the road. | |
But she's feelins than need some reparin'. | |
And she did not give a damn that it showed. | |
Chorus And the wind had it's way with her hair. | |
And the blues had a way with her smile. | |
And she had a way of her own. | |
Like prisoners have a way with a file. | |
Chorus twice |
zuo ci : Clark | |
Standin' on the gone side of leavin'. | |
She found a thumb and stuck it in the breeze. | |
She' ll take anything that' s goin' close to somewhere. | |
She can lay it down and live it like she' d please | |
Chorus She ain' t goin' nowhere, she' s just leavin'. | |
She ain' t goin' nowhere she can' t breathe in. | |
And she ain' t goin' home, and that' s for sure. | |
She' s not sitting and cryin' on her suitcase. | |
She has no second thoughts by the road. | |
But she' s feelins than need some reparin'. | |
And she did not give a damn that it showed. | |
Chorus And the wind had it' s way with her hair. | |
And the blues had a way with her smile. | |
And she had a way of her own. | |
Like prisoners have a way with a file. | |
Chorus twice |
zuò cí : Clark | |
Standin' on the gone side of leavin'. | |
She found a thumb and stuck it in the breeze. | |
She' ll take anything that' s goin' close to somewhere. | |
She can lay it down and live it like she' d please | |
Chorus She ain' t goin' nowhere, she' s just leavin'. | |
She ain' t goin' nowhere she can' t breathe in. | |
And she ain' t goin' home, and that' s for sure. | |
She' s not sitting and cryin' on her suitcase. | |
She has no second thoughts by the road. | |
But she' s feelins than need some reparin'. | |
And she did not give a damn that it showed. | |
Chorus And the wind had it' s way with her hair. | |
And the blues had a way with her smile. | |
And she had a way of her own. | |
Like prisoners have a way with a file. | |
Chorus twice |