歌曲: Taylor
艺人:Jack Johnson
歌词:
They say Taylor was a good girl
Never one to be late
Complain
Express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift
Passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her
If you want to park here
Well mommy's little dancer is quite a little secret
Working on the streets now
Never gonna keep it
It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin
That she would have listened to the words they said...
Poor Taylor
She just wanders around
Unaffected by
The winter winds here
She'll pretend that
She's somwhere else
So far and clear
About two thousand miles
From here
Well Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
The sunny silhouette
Won't let him in
Poor old Pete's got nothing cuz he's been falling
And somehow sunny knows
Just where he's been
He thinks that singin on Sunday's gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday's gone
And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
But I can see
That his brake lights are on
He just wanders around
Unaffected by
The winter winds here
And he'll pretend that
He's somewhere else
So far and clear
About two thousand miles...
From here
Such a tough enchilada
Filled up with nada
Givin what you gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken
Times have been a ticking
Now she's finger lickin to the man
With the money in his pocket
Flying in his rocket
Only stopping by
On his way to a better world
If Taylor finds a better world
Then Taylor's gonna run away
