Something Tells It Not To歌词

作曲 : Robert Francis
Wheels on cement, shadows slope down
I come from a city not far from this town
With only the road as a vision
The moon oversaw and will a prison
The wind is a kettle
my heart a drum
The heart's gotta wander just to know where it's from
When I met him at the junction
with tooth's middle ache
You can't bite the hand that feeds you
if he don't wanna shake
I'm going down
I'm going down
I'm going down
I'm going down