| Song | Tryin' to Get to Heaven Before They Close the Door |
| Artist | Robyn Hitchcock |
| Album | Spooked |
| 作词 : Dylan | |
| The air is getting hotter | |
| There's a rumbling in the sky | |
| I'm drifting through that high muddy water | |
| With a full moon shining in my eyes | |
| Every day your memory grows dimmer | |
| It don't haunt me like it did before | |
| I'm in the middle of nowhere | |
| Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door | |
| When I was in Missouri | |
| They would not let me be | |
| I had to leave there in a hurry | |
| I only saw what they let me see | |
| You broke the heart that loved you | |
| Now you can see what the book cannot write anymore | |
| I'm just stuck in the half-light | |
| Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door | |
| People on the platform | |
| Waiting for the train | |
| I can feel their hearts a-beating | |
| Like pendulums swingin' on chains | |
| When you think that you've lost everything | |
| You find out you can always lose a little more | |
| I'm in the dinosaurs' waiting room | |
| Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door | |
| I'm going down the river | |
| Down to New Orleans | |
| They tell me everything is alright | |
| But I don't even know what alright means | |
| I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane | |
| Miss Mary Jane's got a house in Baltimore | |
| I've been to Sugartown; I shook the sugar down | |
| Now I'm tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door | |
| I'm gonna sleep down in the parlour | |
| And relive my dreams | |
| I close my eyes and I wonder | |
| If everything's as hollow as it seems | |
| Some dreams don't pull no gamblers | |
| No midnight ramblers like they did before | |
| I'm just goin' down the road, feelin' bad | |
| Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door |
| zuò cí : Dylan | |
| The air is getting hotter | |
| There' s a rumbling in the sky | |
| I' m drifting through that high muddy water | |
| With a full moon shining in my eyes | |
| Every day your memory grows dimmer | |
| It don' t haunt me like it did before | |
| I' m in the middle of nowhere | |
| Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door | |
| When I was in Missouri | |
| They would not let me be | |
| I had to leave there in a hurry | |
| I only saw what they let me see | |
| You broke the heart that loved you | |
| Now you can see what the book cannot write anymore | |
| I' m just stuck in the halflight | |
| Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door | |
| People on the platform | |
| Waiting for the train | |
| I can feel their hearts abeating | |
| Like pendulums swingin' on chains | |
| When you think that you' ve lost everything | |
| You find out you can always lose a little more | |
| I' m in the dinosaurs' waiting room | |
| Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door | |
| I' m going down the river | |
| Down to New Orleans | |
| They tell me everything is alright | |
| But I don' t even know what alright means | |
| I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane | |
| Miss Mary Jane' s got a house in Baltimore | |
| I' ve been to Sugartown I shook the sugar down | |
| Now I' m tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door | |
| I' m gonna sleep down in the parlour | |
| And relive my dreams | |
| I close my eyes and I wonder | |
| If everything' s as hollow as it seems | |
| Some dreams don' t pull no gamblers | |
| No midnight ramblers like they did before | |
| I' m just goin' down the road, feelin' bad | |
| Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door |