| Song | Some Dusty Things |
| Artist | Ron Sexsmith |
| Album | Time Being |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sexsmith | |
| The world is a very small place | |
| And before we know | |
| We’re back in our own space | |
| Some dusty things to remind us all | |
| Of our time on earth | |
| How sweet and precious it was and how | |
| We will never be the same | |
| For love is a very small word | |
| It’s easy to say | |
| But seldom is heart | |
| Above the war that lives on and one | |
| In the hearts of men | |
| How sweet and precious it was but now | |
| Can it ever be that way again? | |
| Have no fear | |
| If we’re nearing the end | |
| We’ll just drink to old friends | |
| The world is a very hard place | |
| When lost in a crowd | |
| We search for a kind face | |
| Some trusting soul to confide in | |
| Arms we can hide into | |
| Some sweet sad face from a passing train | |
| We may never see again | |
| Some dusty things to remind us all | |
| Of our time on earth | |
| How sweet and precious it was and how | |
| We will never be the same |
| zuo ci : Sexsmith | |
| The world is a very small place | |
| And before we know | |
| We' re back in our own space | |
| Some dusty things to remind us all | |
| Of our time on earth | |
| How sweet and precious it was and how | |
| We will never be the same | |
| For love is a very small word | |
| It' s easy to say | |
| But seldom is heart | |
| Above the war that lives on and one | |
| In the hearts of men | |
| How sweet and precious it was but now | |
| Can it ever be that way again? | |
| Have no fear | |
| If we' re nearing the end | |
| We' ll just drink to old friends | |
| The world is a very hard place | |
| When lost in a crowd | |
| We search for a kind face | |
| Some trusting soul to confide in | |
| Arms we can hide into | |
| Some sweet sad face from a passing train | |
| We may never see again | |
| Some dusty things to remind us all | |
| Of our time on earth | |
| How sweet and precious it was and how | |
| We will never be the same |
| zuò cí : Sexsmith | |
| The world is a very small place | |
| And before we know | |
| We' re back in our own space | |
| Some dusty things to remind us all | |
| Of our time on earth | |
| How sweet and precious it was and how | |
| We will never be the same | |
| For love is a very small word | |
| It' s easy to say | |
| But seldom is heart | |
| Above the war that lives on and one | |
| In the hearts of men | |
| How sweet and precious it was but now | |
| Can it ever be that way again? | |
| Have no fear | |
| If we' re nearing the end | |
| We' ll just drink to old friends | |
| The world is a very hard place | |
| When lost in a crowd | |
| We search for a kind face | |
| Some trusting soul to confide in | |
| Arms we can hide into | |
| Some sweet sad face from a passing train | |
| We may never see again | |
| Some dusty things to remind us all | |
| Of our time on earth | |
| How sweet and precious it was and how | |
| We will never be the same |