| Song | The Power Lines |
| Artist | Nanci Griffith |
| Album | Late Night Grande Hotel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alger, Griffith, Hooker | |
| (Nanci Griffith - Pat Alger - James Hooker) | |
| Nobody seems to care about you | |
| With your tool case by the roadside | |
| There beneath the power lines | |
| Or the pallor of your skin | |
| Paled beneath flourescent lights | |
| In a Greyhound station's cruel midnight | |
| Where you can't afford the ride | |
| Chorus | |
| Oh, the power lines | |
| They go from sea to sea | |
| They carry voices | |
| Love from him to me | |
| The power lines you fall beneath | |
| Are the rainbows you can't climb | |
| And you will not climb the power lines | |
| You are lost beneath the power lines | |
| There's nowhere that you haven't been | |
| And no place that you call your home | |
| There's no place that you cannot go | |
| With the gift within your hands | |
| And the tools to build another's dream | |
| That connects them to the power lines | |
| You do not feel your need | |
| Chorus (Twice) |
| zuo ci : Alger, Griffith, Hooker | |
| Nanci Griffith Pat Alger James Hooker | |
| Nobody seems to care about you | |
| With your tool case by the roadside | |
| There beneath the power lines | |
| Or the pallor of your skin | |
| Paled beneath flourescent lights | |
| In a Greyhound station' s cruel midnight | |
| Where you can' t afford the ride | |
| Chorus | |
| Oh, the power lines | |
| They go from sea to sea | |
| They carry voices | |
| Love from him to me | |
| The power lines you fall beneath | |
| Are the rainbows you can' t climb | |
| And you will not climb the power lines | |
| You are lost beneath the power lines | |
| There' s nowhere that you haven' t been | |
| And no place that you call your home | |
| There' s no place that you cannot go | |
| With the gift within your hands | |
| And the tools to build another' s dream | |
| That connects them to the power lines | |
| You do not feel your need | |
| Chorus Twice |
| zuò cí : Alger, Griffith, Hooker | |
| Nanci Griffith Pat Alger James Hooker | |
| Nobody seems to care about you | |
| With your tool case by the roadside | |
| There beneath the power lines | |
| Or the pallor of your skin | |
| Paled beneath flourescent lights | |
| In a Greyhound station' s cruel midnight | |
| Where you can' t afford the ride | |
| Chorus | |
| Oh, the power lines | |
| They go from sea to sea | |
| They carry voices | |
| Love from him to me | |
| The power lines you fall beneath | |
| Are the rainbows you can' t climb | |
| And you will not climb the power lines | |
| You are lost beneath the power lines | |
| There' s nowhere that you haven' t been | |
| And no place that you call your home | |
| There' s no place that you cannot go | |
| With the gift within your hands | |
| And the tools to build another' s dream | |
| That connects them to the power lines | |
| You do not feel your need | |
| Chorus Twice |