| Song | The Art Of Survival |
| Artist | Bill Miller |
| Album | Spirit Songs: The Best Of Bill Miller |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Miller, Stinson, Waldman | |
| He makes his way through the heart of the night, | |
| With all he owns in a pack | |
| Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle, | |
| And it don't look like they're coming back | |
| His heart is pounding like a drum in a cayon, | |
| Givin' him courage and fear | |
| He'll walk the footsteps of a man for the first time | |
| While he's holding back the boys tears | |
| Hungry and cold, so young and so old | |
| There's so much that he doesn't know | |
| But the voice that's inside him | |
| Keeps telling him mile after mile | |
| You're learning the art of survival | |
| He eyes the lights of an ageless horizon, | |
| Rising up from the sand | |
| He aches for something to believe in and guide him | |
| Out across this no man's land | |
| Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
| There's no way that he can turn back | |
| But that voice that's inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
| It's all in the art of survival | |
| Dreams burn like wildfire | |
| He feels the warmth in his bones | |
| Faces of loved ones | |
| Place like he's never known | |
| Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
| There's no way that he can turn back | |
| But that voice that's inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
| This is all in the art of survival | |
| This is all in the art of survival… |
| zuo ci : Miller, Stinson, Waldman | |
| He makes his way through the heart of the night, | |
| With all he owns in a pack | |
| Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle, | |
| And it don' t look like they' re coming back | |
| His heart is pounding like a drum in a cayon, | |
| Givin' him courage and fear | |
| He' ll walk the footsteps of a man for the first time | |
| While he' s holding back the boys tears | |
| Hungry and cold, so young and so old | |
| There' s so much that he doesn' t know | |
| But the voice that' s inside him | |
| Keeps telling him mile after mile | |
| You' re learning the art of survival | |
| He eyes the lights of an ageless horizon, | |
| Rising up from the sand | |
| He aches for something to believe in and guide him | |
| Out across this no man' s land | |
| Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
| There' s no way that he can turn back | |
| But that voice that' s inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
| It' s all in the art of survival | |
| Dreams burn like wildfire | |
| He feels the warmth in his bones | |
| Faces of loved ones | |
| Place like he' s never known | |
| Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
| There' s no way that he can turn back | |
| But that voice that' s inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
| This is all in the art of survival | |
| This is all in the art of survival |
| zuò cí : Miller, Stinson, Waldman | |
| He makes his way through the heart of the night, | |
| With all he owns in a pack | |
| Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle, | |
| And it don' t look like they' re coming back | |
| His heart is pounding like a drum in a cayon, | |
| Givin' him courage and fear | |
| He' ll walk the footsteps of a man for the first time | |
| While he' s holding back the boys tears | |
| Hungry and cold, so young and so old | |
| There' s so much that he doesn' t know | |
| But the voice that' s inside him | |
| Keeps telling him mile after mile | |
| You' re learning the art of survival | |
| He eyes the lights of an ageless horizon, | |
| Rising up from the sand | |
| He aches for something to believe in and guide him | |
| Out across this no man' s land | |
| Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
| There' s no way that he can turn back | |
| But that voice that' s inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
| It' s all in the art of survival | |
| Dreams burn like wildfire | |
| He feels the warmth in his bones | |
| Faces of loved ones | |
| Place like he' s never known | |
| Bridges behind him are burning to ashes | |
| There' s no way that he can turn back | |
| But that voice that' s inside him keeps telling him mile after mile | |
| This is all in the art of survival | |
| This is all in the art of survival |