| Song | Looking into You |
| Artist | Jackson Browne |
| Album | Saturate Before Using |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Browne | |
| Well i looked into a house i once lived in | |
| Around the time i first went on my own | |
| When the roads were as many as the places i had dreamed of | |
| And my friends and i were one | |
| Now the distance is done and the search has begun | |
| I've come to see where my beginnings have gone | |
| Oh the walls and the windows were still standing | |
| And the music could be heard at the door | |
| Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions | |
| Asked if i came very far | |
| And when my silence replied they took me inside | |
| Where their children sat playing on the floor | |
| Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on | |
| And it left me so warm and so high | |
| But as i stepped back outside to the grey morning sun | |
| I heard that highway whisper and sigh | |
| Are you ready to fly? | |
| And i looked into the faces all passing by | |
| It's an ocean that will never be filled | |
| And the house that grows older and finally crumbles | |
| That even love cannot rebuild | |
| It's a hotel at best, you're here as a guest | |
| You oughta make yourself at home while you're waiting for the rest | |
| Well i looked into dream of the millions | |
| That one day the search will be through | |
| Now here i stand at the edge of my embattled illusions | |
| Looking into you | |
| The great song traveler passed through here | |
| And he opened my eyes to the view | |
| And i was among those who called him a prophet | |
| And i asked him what was true | |
| Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone | |
| Now i'm looking in my life for a truth that is my own | |
| Well i looked into the sky for my anthem | |
| And the words and the music came through | |
| But words and music can never touch the beauty that i've seen | |
| Looking into you -- and that's true |
| zuo ci : Browne | |
| Well i looked into a house i once lived in | |
| Around the time i first went on my own | |
| When the roads were as many as the places i had dreamed of | |
| And my friends and i were one | |
| Now the distance is done and the search has begun | |
| I' ve come to see where my beginnings have gone | |
| Oh the walls and the windows were still standing | |
| And the music could be heard at the door | |
| Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions | |
| Asked if i came very far | |
| And when my silence replied they took me inside | |
| Where their children sat playing on the floor | |
| Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on | |
| And it left me so warm and so high | |
| But as i stepped back outside to the grey morning sun | |
| I heard that highway whisper and sigh | |
| Are you ready to fly? | |
| And i looked into the faces all passing by | |
| It' s an ocean that will never be filled | |
| And the house that grows older and finally crumbles | |
| That even love cannot rebuild | |
| It' s a hotel at best, you' re here as a guest | |
| You oughta make yourself at home while you' re waiting for the rest | |
| Well i looked into dream of the millions | |
| That one day the search will be through | |
| Now here i stand at the edge of my embattled illusions | |
| Looking into you | |
| The great song traveler passed through here | |
| And he opened my eyes to the view | |
| And i was among those who called him a prophet | |
| And i asked him what was true | |
| Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone | |
| Now i' m looking in my life for a truth that is my own | |
| Well i looked into the sky for my anthem | |
| And the words and the music came through | |
| But words and music can never touch the beauty that i' ve seen | |
| Looking into you and that' s true |
| zuò cí : Browne | |
| Well i looked into a house i once lived in | |
| Around the time i first went on my own | |
| When the roads were as many as the places i had dreamed of | |
| And my friends and i were one | |
| Now the distance is done and the search has begun | |
| I' ve come to see where my beginnings have gone | |
| Oh the walls and the windows were still standing | |
| And the music could be heard at the door | |
| Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions | |
| Asked if i came very far | |
| And when my silence replied they took me inside | |
| Where their children sat playing on the floor | |
| Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on | |
| And it left me so warm and so high | |
| But as i stepped back outside to the grey morning sun | |
| I heard that highway whisper and sigh | |
| Are you ready to fly? | |
| And i looked into the faces all passing by | |
| It' s an ocean that will never be filled | |
| And the house that grows older and finally crumbles | |
| That even love cannot rebuild | |
| It' s a hotel at best, you' re here as a guest | |
| You oughta make yourself at home while you' re waiting for the rest | |
| Well i looked into dream of the millions | |
| That one day the search will be through | |
| Now here i stand at the edge of my embattled illusions | |
| Looking into you | |
| The great song traveler passed through here | |
| And he opened my eyes to the view | |
| And i was among those who called him a prophet | |
| And i asked him what was true | |
| Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone | |
| Now i' m looking in my life for a truth that is my own | |
| Well i looked into the sky for my anthem | |
| And the words and the music came through | |
| But words and music can never touch the beauty that i' ve seen | |
| Looking into you and that' s true |