Song | Running Out on Me |
Artist | Robben Ford |
Album | Handful of Blues |
作词 : Ford | |
It's time to face it, the simple facts are clear | |
No amount of lovin' you, could ever keep you here | |
Packed up to leave, and never lookin' back | |
And don't try to stop this train, 'cause it's headed down the track | |
Never a tear across that cheek | |
No sign of sympathy, for a man who's feeling weak | |
Walkin's much too slow | |
So you're running out on me | |
I must admit it, you never lied to me | |
But somehow you stole my heart, and now I can't be free | |
So please forgive me, if it's hard to take this in | |
But I gave you everything, now you're tellin' me it's the end | |
Never a tear across that cheek | |
No sign of sympathy, for a man who's feeling weak | |
And walkin's much too slow | |
So you're running out on me | |
Where did the time go, see how fast it flies | |
Now it's time to fly away, you can't stand long good-byes | |
I shouldn't take it so hard it's not that you don't care | |
But I'm one of many men, the rest are still out there | |
Never a tear across that cheek | |
No sign of sympathy, for a man who's weak | |
And walkin's much too slow | |
So you're running out on me |
zuò cí : Ford | |
It' s time to face it, the simple facts are clear | |
No amount of lovin' you, could ever keep you here | |
Packed up to leave, and never lookin' back | |
And don' t try to stop this train, ' cause it' s headed down the track | |
Never a tear across that cheek | |
No sign of sympathy, for a man who' s feeling weak | |
Walkin' s much too slow | |
So you' re running out on me | |
I must admit it, you never lied to me | |
But somehow you stole my heart, and now I can' t be free | |
So please forgive me, if it' s hard to take this in | |
But I gave you everything, now you' re tellin' me it' s the end | |
Never a tear across that cheek | |
No sign of sympathy, for a man who' s feeling weak | |
And walkin' s much too slow | |
So you' re running out on me | |
Where did the time go, see how fast it flies | |
Now it' s time to fly away, you can' t stand long goodbyes | |
I shouldn' t take it so hard it' s not that you don' t care | |
But I' m one of many men, the rest are still out there | |
Never a tear across that cheek | |
No sign of sympathy, for a man who' s weak | |
And walkin' s much too slow | |
So you' re running out on me |