| Song | Knapsack |
| Artist | Amy Rigby |
| Album | Diary of a Mod Housewife |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Rigby |
| [00:09.601] | He took my knapsack |
| [00:10.781] | Just inside the revolving door |
| [00:13.815] | It was a bookstore |
| [00:15.017] | Where I’d never been before |
| [00:17.980] | Wasn’t looking for anything more than a book |
| [00:21.821] | But I looked |
| [00:22.879] | Isn’t that what eyes are for |
| [00:26.190] | Studied biographies |
| [00:27.804] | I checked out the magazines |
| [00:30.274] | My mind kept leading me back to his face |
| [00:33.468] | I’d seen something about him |
| [00:36.045] | Made me feel 17 |
| [00:38.273] | Stop, so I’m not |
| [00:40.068] | Isn’t that what minds are for |
| [00:42.733] | Now every day I can’t wait to see him |
| [00:46.913] | I’m gonna ask his name |
| [00:51.277] | But every day I hand him my bag and |
| [00:55.217] | Everything remains the same |
| [01:03.757] | He took my knapsack |
| [01:04.958] | And his fingers brushed my wrist |
| [01:07.739] | Gave me a number |
| [01:09.171] | But it wasn’t even his |
| [01:11.910] | I crossed another novel |
| [01:13.699] | Off of my reading list |
| [01:16.023] | Wished to be kissed |
| [01:17.141] | Isn’t that what lips are for |
| [01:20.204] | Thinking about him |
| [01:21.471] | When I’m on my way to work |
| [01:24.024] | All these men in suits |
| [01:26.117] | They look too perfect |
| [01:28.181] | And I want to tell him |
| [01:29.820] | I’m not just some soulless jerk |
| [01:32.544] | Hey, I got a band |
| [01:33.977] | I understand what life is for |
| [01:36.799] | And every day I can’t wait to see him |
| [01:40.505] | I’m gonna ask his name |
| [01:44.930] | But every day I just hand him my bag and |
| [01:49.235] | Everything remains the same |
| [02:01.640] | He took my knapsack |
| [02:02.921] | Just inside the revolving door |
| [02:05.586] | Wanted to tell him |
| [02:07.072] | That I can’t see him anymore |
| [02:09.938] | Got a new job |
| [02:11.227] | In a different part of town |
| [02:13.455] | Fired and rehired |
| [02:15.118] | Isn’t that what work is for |
| [02:18.072] | He smiled right at me |
| [02:19.581] | But I couldn’t meet his eye |
| [02:21.905] | All I could look at |
| [02:23.452] | Was the palm tree on his tie |
| [02:26.480] | I’ll think about him |
| [02:27.783] | When I go to bed at night |
| [02:29.922] | Deep in my sleep |
| [02:31.483] | Isn’t that what dreams are for |
| [02:34.539] | He took my knapsack just inside the revolving door |
| [02:38.546] | He took my knapsack just inside the revolving door |
| [02:42.549] | He took my knapsack |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Rigby |
| [00:09.601] | He took my knapsack |
| [00:10.781] | Just inside the revolving door |
| [00:13.815] | It was a bookstore |
| [00:15.017] | Where I' d never been before |
| [00:17.980] | Wasn' t looking for anything more than a book |
| [00:21.821] | But I looked |
| [00:22.879] | Isn' t that what eyes are for |
| [00:26.190] | Studied biographies |
| [00:27.804] | I checked out the magazines |
| [00:30.274] | My mind kept leading me back to his face |
| [00:33.468] | I' d seen something about him |
| [00:36.045] | Made me feel 17 |
| [00:38.273] | Stop, so I' m not |
| [00:40.068] | Isn' t that what minds are for |
| [00:42.733] | Now every day I can' t wait to see him |
| [00:46.913] | I' m gonna ask his name |
| [00:51.277] | But every day I hand him my bag and |
| [00:55.217] | Everything remains the same |
| [01:03.757] | He took my knapsack |
| [01:04.958] | And his fingers brushed my wrist |
| [01:07.739] | Gave me a number |
| [01:09.171] | But it wasn' t even his |
| [01:11.910] | I crossed another novel |
| [01:13.699] | Off of my reading list |
| [01:16.023] | Wished to be kissed |
| [01:17.141] | Isn' t that what lips are for |
| [01:20.204] | Thinking about him |
| [01:21.471] | When I' m on my way to work |
| [01:24.024] | All these men in suits |
| [01:26.117] | They look too perfect |
| [01:28.181] | And I want to tell him |
| [01:29.820] | I' m not just some soulless jerk |
| [01:32.544] | Hey, I got a band |
| [01:33.977] | I understand what life is for |
| [01:36.799] | And every day I can' t wait to see him |
| [01:40.505] | I' m gonna ask his name |
| [01:44.930] | But every day I just hand him my bag and |
| [01:49.235] | Everything remains the same |
| [02:01.640] | He took my knapsack |
| [02:02.921] | Just inside the revolving door |
| [02:05.586] | Wanted to tell him |
| [02:07.072] | That I can' t see him anymore |
| [02:09.938] | Got a new job |
| [02:11.227] | In a different part of town |
| [02:13.455] | Fired and rehired |
| [02:15.118] | Isn' t that what work is for |
| [02:18.072] | He smiled right at me |
| [02:19.581] | But I couldn' t meet his eye |
| [02:21.905] | All I could look at |
| [02:23.452] | Was the palm tree on his tie |
| [02:26.480] | I' ll think about him |
| [02:27.783] | When I go to bed at night |
| [02:29.922] | Deep in my sleep |
| [02:31.483] | Isn' t that what dreams are for |
| [02:34.539] | He took my knapsack just inside the revolving door |
| [02:38.546] | He took my knapsack just inside the revolving door |
| [02:42.549] | He took my knapsack |