The lady was in waiting
for whatever story might unfold
anticipating that somehow base metal would turn into gold
eager to tap into the motherlode
at the edge of the road.
A world of separation,
treasuring each pleasure and each pain
distance is arching between them,
a rainbow, no gold in the frame
until the boy with a smile like forget-me-nots
will finally come in from the rain.
But he's out there still:
in the hourglass a sandstorm has stripped his sails,
only wanting to fill up his pockets
with the dust of all the bygone trails.
Someday he'll make his way home.
But will the man of the moment finally make himself known
and lay down his load
at the edge of the road?
The woman was in waiting
maybe he'd come to his senses in a little while
But he never will,
in his heart there's the murmur of an alien disease,
waking up to the chill of the knowledge
that his travel's brought him to his knees.
Nowhere is safe from all harm;
so will the man of her memory fall finally into her arms
(will the man of her memory be charmed?)
before he explodes
at the edge of the road?
All is suddenly abandon,
all his planned accommodation failed,
all his actions and reactions are random,
hot on the scent of a stone-cold trail.
And though she burns a candle to his memory
all of her patience was bound to fail
for he's out there still
with a thousand-mile stare falling on his face,
chasing after a thrill
that'll take him out beyond all sense of time and place.
Head on into the unknown,
here's the man chasing mystery finally missing his own.
But that's how it goes
at the edge of the road.
There's a cutting edge to the road
at the end of the road,
at the edge of the road.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:45.51]The lady was in waiting
[00:48.78]for whatever story might unfold
[00:51.84]anticipating that somehow base metal would turn into gold
[01:06.66]eager to tap into the motherlode
[01:08.19]at the edge of the road.
[01:36.45]A world of separation,
[01:37.11]treasuring each pleasure and each pain
[01:39.33]distance is arching between them,
[01:45.75]a rainbow, no gold in the frame
[01:51.45]until the boy with a smile like forget-me-nots
[01:54.78]will finally come in from the rain.
[01:58.65]But he's out there still:
[02:03.90]in the hourglass a sandstorm has stripped his sails,
[02:08.49]only wanting to fill up his pockets
[02:14.46]with the dust of all the bygone trails.
[02:15.84]Someday he'll make his way home.
[02:28.86]But will the man of the moment finally make himself known
[02:40.35]and lay down his load
[02:40.80]at the edge of the road?
[03:40.65]The woman was in waiting
[03:44.70]maybe he'd come to his senses in a little while
[03:53.67]But he never will,
[03:58.53]in his heart there's the murmur of an alien disease,
[04:03.21]waking up to the chill of the knowledge
[04:09.30]that his travel's brought him to his knees.
[04:16.35]Nowhere is safe from all harm;
[04:23.52]so will the man of her memory fall finally into her arms
[04:28.14](will the man of her memory be charmed?)
[04:33.78]before he explodes
[04:34.68]at the edge of the road?
[07:07.89]All is suddenly abandon,
[07:12.57]all his planned accommodation failed,
[07:17.76]all his actions and reactions are random,
[07:21.27]hot on the scent of a stone-cold trail.
[07:26.43]And though she burns a candle to his memory
[07:33.78]all of her patience was bound to fail
[07:34.65]for he's out there still
[07:40.23]with a thousand-mile stare falling on his face,
[07:44.28]chasing after a thrill
[07:49.20]that'll take him out beyond all sense of time and place.
[07:59.31]Head on into the unknown,
[08:04.74]here's the man chasing mystery finally missing his own.
[08:14.40]But that's how it goes
[08:16.11]at the edge of the road.
[08:31.83]There's a cutting edge to the road
[08:36.15]at the end of the road,
[08:48.78]at the edge of the road.
📝 纯歌词版本
The lady was in waiting
for whatever story might unfold
anticipating that somehow base metal would turn into gold
eager to tap into the motherlode
at the edge of the road.
A world of separation,
treasuring each pleasure and each pain
distance is arching between them,
a rainbow, no gold in the frame
until the boy with a smile like forget-me-nots
will finally come in from the rain.
But he's out there still:
in the hourglass a sandstorm has stripped his sails,
only wanting to fill up his pockets
with the dust of all the bygone trails.
Someday he'll make his way home.
But will the man of the moment finally make himself known
and lay down his load
at the edge of the road?
The woman was in waiting
maybe he'd come to his senses in a little while
But he never will,
in his heart there's the murmur of an alien disease,
waking up to the chill of the knowledge
that his travel's brought him to his knees.
Nowhere is safe from all harm;
so will the man of her memory fall finally into her arms
(will the man of her memory be charmed?)
before he explodes
at the edge of the road?
All is suddenly abandon,
all his planned accommodation failed,
all his actions and reactions are random,
hot on the scent of a stone-cold trail.
And though she burns a candle to his memory
all of her patience was bound to fail
for he's out there still
with a thousand-mile stare falling on his face,
chasing after a thrill
that'll take him out beyond all sense of time and place.
Head on into the unknown,
here's the man chasing mystery finally missing his own.
But that's how it goes
at the edge of the road.
There's a cutting edge to the road
at the end of the road,
at the edge of the road.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:45.51]The lady was in waiting
[00:48.78]for whatever story might unfold
[00:51.84]anticipating that somehow base metal would turn into gold
[01:06.66]eager to tap into the motherlode
[01:08.19]at the edge of the road.
[01:36.45]A world of separation,
[01:37.11]treasuring each pleasure and each pain
[01:39.33]distance is arching between them,
[01:45.75]a rainbow, no gold in the frame
[01:51.45]until the boy with a smile like forget-me-nots
[01:54.78]will finally come in from the rain.
[01:58.65]But he's out there still:
[02:03.90]in the hourglass a sandstorm has stripped his sails,
[02:08.49]only wanting to fill up his pockets
[02:14.46]with the dust of all the bygone trails.
[02:15.84]Someday he'll make his way home.
[02:28.86]But will the man of the moment finally make himself known
[02:40.35]and lay down his load
[02:40.80]at the edge of the road?
[03:40.65]The woman was in waiting
[03:44.70]maybe he'd come to his senses in a little while
[03:53.67]But he never will,
[03:58.53]in his heart there's the murmur of an alien disease,
[04:03.21]waking up to the chill of the knowledge
[04:09.30]that his travel's brought him to his knees.
[04:16.35]Nowhere is safe from all harm;
[04:23.52]so will the man of her memory fall finally into her arms
[04:28.14](will the man of her memory be charmed?)
[04:33.78]before he explodes
[04:34.68]at the edge of the road?
[07:07.89]All is suddenly abandon,
[07:12.57]all his planned accommodation failed,
[07:17.76]all his actions and reactions are random,
[07:21.27]hot on the scent of a stone-cold trail.
[07:26.43]And though she burns a candle to his memory
[07:33.78]all of her patience was bound to fail
[07:34.65]for he's out there still
[07:40.23]with a thousand-mile stare falling on his face,
[07:44.28]chasing after a thrill
[07:49.20]that'll take him out beyond all sense of time and place.
[07:59.31]Head on into the unknown,
[08:04.74]here's the man chasing mystery finally missing his own.
[08:14.40]But that's how it goes
[08:16.11]at the edge of the road.
[08:31.83]There's a cutting edge to the road
[08:36.15]at the end of the road,
[08:48.78]at the edge of the road.
Silently I rest in the tall green grass
and look steadily upwards.
Birds sing ceaselessly around me,
and the blue of the sky surrounds me strangely.
O...
Been on every stage
In every place
Been around the world and back again
A million times
But some things
They never change
No matter what i do it's alw...
So
if it's just so then
where is it now when
I find the moment
uncertain?
Broken water pail –
no moon in the water,
try to hold it now.
So
I want to h...
Time for a change:
I felt bad, things looked strange.
Home, home on the range...
yes, it's time for a change.
"Well, young man, when you grow up
what ...
i) Flying Blind
I always forget how crazy things are
so sometimes it catches me off my guard
when they make sense.
The line on the road trail the arro...
May flowers blooming in February.
Should I be sad for the month,
or glad for the sky?
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither d...