| Song | Bobby Baun |
| Artist | Good Riddance |
| Album | Bound by Ties of Blood and Affection |
| 作曲 : Rankin | |
| When every single things | |
| Ive grown to love | |
| Is tied up in this moment | |
| Like a dream from which | |
| I pray I'll never wake | |
| Who can wash away these tears | |
| When all I've ever wanted | |
| Is still written on her face | |
| But the wind keeps whipping | |
| And the time keeps ticking away | |
| And it feels like | |
| Im not closer | |
| With these miles caught in the way | |
| Can anything be salvaged from this wreck? | |
| With forever lying in peices | |
| And her name tacked on my neck | |
| Still caught up in what | |
| I wouldnt give | |
| So stubborn and withdrawn | |
| Exposed as though | |
| I'd never had a choice | |
| Will things ever be the way they were | |
| Blue skies and | |
| Open hearts | |
| Talking up till dawn and reading | |
| Joyce But now its clear | |
| That theres nothing left to retrieve | |
| And precious little that | |
| I can believe in | |
| And I was just too blind to see it | |
| So whats it all for? | |
| When the lies mean so much more | |
| Much more than reality | |
| And whats the use of keeping score | |
| When I've lost? |
| zuò qǔ : Rankin | |
| When every single things | |
| Ive grown to love | |
| Is tied up in this moment | |
| Like a dream from which | |
| I pray I' ll never wake | |
| Who can wash away these tears | |
| When all I' ve ever wanted | |
| Is still written on her face | |
| But the wind keeps whipping | |
| And the time keeps ticking away | |
| And it feels like | |
| Im not closer | |
| With these miles caught in the way | |
| Can anything be salvaged from this wreck? | |
| With forever lying in peices | |
| And her name tacked on my neck | |
| Still caught up in what | |
| I wouldnt give | |
| So stubborn and withdrawn | |
| Exposed as though | |
| I' d never had a choice | |
| Will things ever be the way they were | |
| Blue skies and | |
| Open hearts | |
| Talking up till dawn and reading | |
| Joyce But now its clear | |
| That theres nothing left to retrieve | |
| And precious little that | |
| I can believe in | |
| And I was just too blind to see it | |
| So whats it all for? | |
| When the lies mean so much more | |
| Much more than reality | |
| And whats the use of keeping score | |
| When I' ve lost? |