Song | This Train Still Runs |
Artist | Janis Ian |
Album | Breaking Silence |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ian, Leary | |
I felt a rumble in my heart, | |
Over the mountains, | |
As the engine ate the spark, | |
Spitting out the miles. | |
Times when I tried to jump the track, | |
Weight of the world upon my back. | |
Still, after all is said and done, | |
This train still runs. | |
It doesn't matter where it's gone, | |
This train still runs. | |
And though the baggage weighs a ton, | |
We carry on. | |
Nothing is forever young and I'm not done. | |
This train still runs. | |
I had a friend I left behind, | |
Back at the station, | |
We used to burn the power lines, | |
Racing with the wind. | |
But time has the manners of a thief. | |
Young love turns bittersweet. | |
Still we keep the lantern hung. | |
This train still runs. | |
It doesn't matter where it's gone, | |
This train still runs. | |
And though the baggage weighs a ton, | |
We carry on. | |
No one is forever young and we're not done. | |
This train still runs. | |
[Short instrumental break.] | |
Got a ticket in my pocket and I'm ready to ride. | |
Got a motor rolling over to an easy glide. | |
I'm gonna travel on the gravel to the other side, | |
Sure as a baby love the teat, | |
Sure as a high heel on concrete, | |
Sure as the songs I've left unsung, | |
This train will run. | |
It doesn't matter where it's gone, | |
This train will run. | |
And we will carry on. | |
No one is forever young, I'm not done. | |
This train still runs. |
zuo ci : Ian, Leary | |
I felt a rumble in my heart, | |
Over the mountains, | |
As the engine ate the spark, | |
Spitting out the miles. | |
Times when I tried to jump the track, | |
Weight of the world upon my back. | |
Still, after all is said and done, | |
This train still runs. | |
It doesn' t matter where it' s gone, | |
This train still runs. | |
And though the baggage weighs a ton, | |
We carry on. | |
Nothing is forever young and I' m not done. | |
This train still runs. | |
I had a friend I left behind, | |
Back at the station, | |
We used to burn the power lines, | |
Racing with the wind. | |
But time has the manners of a thief. | |
Young love turns bittersweet. | |
Still we keep the lantern hung. | |
This train still runs. | |
It doesn' t matter where it' s gone, | |
This train still runs. | |
And though the baggage weighs a ton, | |
We carry on. | |
No one is forever young and we' re not done. | |
This train still runs. | |
Short instrumental break. | |
Got a ticket in my pocket and I' m ready to ride. | |
Got a motor rolling over to an easy glide. | |
I' m gonna travel on the gravel to the other side, | |
Sure as a baby love the teat, | |
Sure as a high heel on concrete, | |
Sure as the songs I' ve left unsung, | |
This train will run. | |
It doesn' t matter where it' s gone, | |
This train will run. | |
And we will carry on. | |
No one is forever young, I' m not done. | |
This train still runs. |
zuò cí : Ian, Leary | |
I felt a rumble in my heart, | |
Over the mountains, | |
As the engine ate the spark, | |
Spitting out the miles. | |
Times when I tried to jump the track, | |
Weight of the world upon my back. | |
Still, after all is said and done, | |
This train still runs. | |
It doesn' t matter where it' s gone, | |
This train still runs. | |
And though the baggage weighs a ton, | |
We carry on. | |
Nothing is forever young and I' m not done. | |
This train still runs. | |
I had a friend I left behind, | |
Back at the station, | |
We used to burn the power lines, | |
Racing with the wind. | |
But time has the manners of a thief. | |
Young love turns bittersweet. | |
Still we keep the lantern hung. | |
This train still runs. | |
It doesn' t matter where it' s gone, | |
This train still runs. | |
And though the baggage weighs a ton, | |
We carry on. | |
No one is forever young and we' re not done. | |
This train still runs. | |
Short instrumental break. | |
Got a ticket in my pocket and I' m ready to ride. | |
Got a motor rolling over to an easy glide. | |
I' m gonna travel on the gravel to the other side, | |
Sure as a baby love the teat, | |
Sure as a high heel on concrete, | |
Sure as the songs I' ve left unsung, | |
This train will run. | |
It doesn' t matter where it' s gone, | |
This train will run. | |
And we will carry on. | |
No one is forever young, I' m not done. | |
This train still runs. |