This Train Still Runs

	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.

	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.