不知怎么,突然间觉得寂寞起来。从不做梦的我,昨晚居然梦见曾经的往事。仔细一想,原来是想家了。一首好歌,可以是一杯浓浓的咖啡,一杯香醇的美酒,当然也可以是一根点燃的香烟。 A long walk home, long walk home…… 熟悉的旋律,将我带到那遥远的学生时代,种种荒诞不经的恶作剧,想想也挺对不起人家的。有快乐,有悲伤,却总是叫人回味。这也许就叫做成长的烦恼。一时激动,居然不知从那里察到交通台的电话,自称是纽约的出租车司机,一通狂聊,还强烈要求,为大家点播歌神的纽约的司机北京的梦。又对不住各位观众了。嗨,周末一定要找个好地方,治疗一下我思乡的胃。 A long walk home, long walk home……
Trying to figure out what went wrong
You just slipped something into my palm and you were gone
I could smell the same deep green of summer
'Bove me the same night sky was glowin'
In the distance I could see the town where I was born
It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
A long walk home
In town I pass Sal's grocery
Barber shop on South Street
I looked in their faces*
They're all rank strangers to me*
Well Veteran's Hall high upon the hill
Stood silent and alone
The diner was shuttered and boarded
With a sign that just said "gone"
It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
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