| Song | Place and the Time |
| Artist | Moby Grape |
| Album | Wow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Miller, Stevenson | |
| Here to sing our words and song | |
| Finger chimes and wonder and losing nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Mother and father, think for yourself | |
| This is the place and the time | |
| Make the changes, hear the time | |
| All those silly words don't seem to rhyme | |
| Now I'm cold and | |
| I wonder why | |
| My twelfth floor mansions seem to touch the sky | |
| Tomorrow I'll be back to see if you can really be here | |
| My, what a strange vision | |
| I have seen and what a change | |
| What's that walkin' through my years | |
| And breathin' on your mind? | |
| When Sunday drivers come and play with theirs | |
| We'll be blowin' out your mind |
| zuo ci : Miller, Stevenson | |
| Here to sing our words and song | |
| Finger chimes and wonder and losing nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Mother and father, think for yourself | |
| This is the place and the time | |
| Make the changes, hear the time | |
| All those silly words don' t seem to rhyme | |
| Now I' m cold and | |
| I wonder why | |
| My twelfth floor mansions seem to touch the sky | |
| Tomorrow I' ll be back to see if you can really be here | |
| My, what a strange vision | |
| I have seen and what a change | |
| What' s that walkin' through my years | |
| And breathin' on your mind? | |
| When Sunday drivers come and play with theirs | |
| We' ll be blowin' out your mind |
| zuò cí : Miller, Stevenson | |
| Here to sing our words and song | |
| Finger chimes and wonder and losing nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
| Mother and father, think for yourself | |
| This is the place and the time | |
| Make the changes, hear the time | |
| All those silly words don' t seem to rhyme | |
| Now I' m cold and | |
| I wonder why | |
| My twelfth floor mansions seem to touch the sky | |
| Tomorrow I' ll be back to see if you can really be here | |
| My, what a strange vision | |
| I have seen and what a change | |
| What' s that walkin' through my years | |
| And breathin' on your mind? | |
| When Sunday drivers come and play with theirs | |
| We' ll be blowin' out your mind |