| Song | On a Whim |
| Artist | A Different Thread |
| Album | On a Whim |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Robert Edward Jacskon/Alicia Broeksmit Best | |
| 作曲 : Robert Edward Jackson | |
| In this town, nothing's changed | |
| In fact you look just the same | |
| Same old daemons knocking at your door | |
| But in this room, between these walls | |
| There lies something more | |
| Something simple and familiar, something pure | |
| And all my friends are all made up | |
| Yeah, some might call that luck | |
| But a lucky man still has a price to pay | |
| Tell me what is it i'm supposed to say | |
| Should I live this life day by day | |
| Or maybe I should risk it on a whim | |
| Up in New York, they're in turmoil | |
| In London, they got the blues | |
| But in this room there's a friend that I could use | |
| But all my friends are all made up | |
| Yeah someone filled their cup | |
| And I'm staring down an empty glass again | |
| Singin' what is it I'm doing here | |
| Must be time to face my fear | |
| Or maybe I should risk it on a whim | |
| On a whim | |
| On a whim | |
| Can't you hear it calling in the wind | |
| On a whim | |
| On a whim | |
| Can't you hear it call again | |
| Yeah maybe I'll just risk it on a whim |
| zuo ci : Robert Edward Jacskon Alicia Broeksmit Best | |
| zuo qu : Robert Edward Jackson | |
| In this town, nothing' s changed | |
| In fact you look just the same | |
| Same old daemons knocking at your door | |
| But in this room, between these walls | |
| There lies something more | |
| Something simple and familiar, something pure | |
| And all my friends are all made up | |
| Yeah, some might call that luck | |
| But a lucky man still has a price to pay | |
| Tell me what is it i' m supposed to say | |
| Should I live this life day by day | |
| Or maybe I should risk it on a whim | |
| Up in New York, they' re in turmoil | |
| In London, they got the blues | |
| But in this room there' s a friend that I could use | |
| But all my friends are all made up | |
| Yeah someone filled their cup | |
| And I' m staring down an empty glass again | |
| Singin' what is it I' m doing here | |
| Must be time to face my fear | |
| Or maybe I should risk it on a whim | |
| On a whim | |
| On a whim | |
| Can' t you hear it calling in the wind | |
| On a whim | |
| On a whim | |
| Can' t you hear it call again | |
| Yeah maybe I' ll just risk it on a whim |
| zuò cí : Robert Edward Jacskon Alicia Broeksmit Best | |
| zuò qǔ : Robert Edward Jackson | |
| In this town, nothing' s changed | |
| In fact you look just the same | |
| Same old daemons knocking at your door | |
| But in this room, between these walls | |
| There lies something more | |
| Something simple and familiar, something pure | |
| And all my friends are all made up | |
| Yeah, some might call that luck | |
| But a lucky man still has a price to pay | |
| Tell me what is it i' m supposed to say | |
| Should I live this life day by day | |
| Or maybe I should risk it on a whim | |
| Up in New York, they' re in turmoil | |
| In London, they got the blues | |
| But in this room there' s a friend that I could use | |
| But all my friends are all made up | |
| Yeah someone filled their cup | |
| And I' m staring down an empty glass again | |
| Singin' what is it I' m doing here | |
| Must be time to face my fear | |
| Or maybe I should risk it on a whim | |
| On a whim | |
| On a whim | |
| Can' t you hear it calling in the wind | |
| On a whim | |
| On a whim | |
| Can' t you hear it call again | |
| Yeah maybe I' ll just risk it on a whim |