| Song | The Travel Song |
| Artist | Pilate |
| Album | Caught by the Window |
| 作曲 : Pilate | |
| The road seen beneath the van’s headlights, | |
| It’s cold so cold, cold enough to feel your sigh | |
| My face up against the window now, don’t you know it’s cold outside, | |
| Pick up your life as | |
| I pass by, can’t you see | |
| I’m cold inside | |
| We were poor but we had something, | |
| What wasn’t poor was poisoned by your fear, | |
| You wanted more, | |
| I gave you nothing, | |
| I may be blind... | |
| Each town, each town it seems the same my dear, | |
| It’s loud tonight, your heart is ringing in my ear | |
| Walk out the door across the street, don’t you know it’s cold outside, | |
| Pick up the phone my signal’s weak, can’t you see | |
| I’m cold inside | |
| I think you know... | |
| We were poor but we had something, | |
| What wasn’t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
| You wanted more, | |
| I gave you nothing, | |
| I may be blind for | |
| I never saw your tears | |
| I think you know... | |
| We were poor but we had something, | |
| What wasn’t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
| You wanted more, | |
| I gave you nothing, | |
| I may be blind for | |
| I never saw your tears, | |
| As days pass by the gap it now appears, | |
| When I come home please say that you’ll be there... |
| zuò qǔ : Pilate | |
| The road seen beneath the van' s headlights, | |
| It' s cold so cold, cold enough to feel your sigh | |
| My face up against the window now, don' t you know it' s cold outside, | |
| Pick up your life as | |
| I pass by, can' t you see | |
| I' m cold inside | |
| We were poor but we had something, | |
| What wasn' t poor was poisoned by your fear, | |
| You wanted more, | |
| I gave you nothing, | |
| I may be blind... | |
| Each town, each town it seems the same my dear, | |
| It' s loud tonight, your heart is ringing in my ear | |
| Walk out the door across the street, don' t you know it' s cold outside, | |
| Pick up the phone my signal' s weak, can' t you see | |
| I' m cold inside | |
| I think you know... | |
| We were poor but we had something, | |
| What wasn' t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
| You wanted more, | |
| I gave you nothing, | |
| I may be blind for | |
| I never saw your tears | |
| I think you know... | |
| We were poor but we had something, | |
| What wasn' t torn was poisoned by your fear, | |
| You wanted more, | |
| I gave you nothing, | |
| I may be blind for | |
| I never saw your tears, | |
| As days pass by the gap it now appears, | |
| When I come home please say that you' ll be there... |