| Song | Jackie Skates |
| Artist | Janis Ian |
| Album | Folk Is The New Black |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ian | |
| Jackie skates across the freeway | |
| Like a suicide in steel | |
| Scatters ashes of her memory | |
| To the wind behind the wheel | |
| It's the road that makes the rhythm | |
| It's the chalk marks on her soul | |
| It's the task that he's been given | |
| To keep her memory whole | |
| She was younger than forever | |
| She was older than goodbye | |
| And she never saw the trucker | |
| As he wove across the line | |
| Just another L.A. drifter | |
| With the freeway in her blood | |
| And she never knew what hit her | |
| When she ran right out of luck | |
| It was Jackie called the parents | |
| It was Jackie won the prize | |
| It was Jackie fed the silence | |
| When they could not meet his eyes | |
| It was Jackie took the body | |
| It was Jackie packed her stuff | |
| And he never really loved her | |
| Though he liked her well enough | |
| Sometimes at night he sees her | |
| From the corner of his eye | |
| And he's just about to tell her | |
| That he has no alibi | |
| It's fate that makes the moment | |
| That's what he wants to cry | |
| But the words he needs are frozen | |
| He can't even say goodbye | |
| Jackie skates across the freeway | |
| Like a suicide in steel | |
| Scatters ashes of her memory | |
| To the wind behind the wheel |
| zuo ci : Ian | |
| Jackie skates across the freeway | |
| Like a suicide in steel | |
| Scatters ashes of her memory | |
| To the wind behind the wheel | |
| It' s the road that makes the rhythm | |
| It' s the chalk marks on her soul | |
| It' s the task that he' s been given | |
| To keep her memory whole | |
| She was younger than forever | |
| She was older than goodbye | |
| And she never saw the trucker | |
| As he wove across the line | |
| Just another L. A. drifter | |
| With the freeway in her blood | |
| And she never knew what hit her | |
| When she ran right out of luck | |
| It was Jackie called the parents | |
| It was Jackie won the prize | |
| It was Jackie fed the silence | |
| When they could not meet his eyes | |
| It was Jackie took the body | |
| It was Jackie packed her stuff | |
| And he never really loved her | |
| Though he liked her well enough | |
| Sometimes at night he sees her | |
| From the corner of his eye | |
| And he' s just about to tell her | |
| That he has no alibi | |
| It' s fate that makes the moment | |
| That' s what he wants to cry | |
| But the words he needs are frozen | |
| He can' t even say goodbye | |
| Jackie skates across the freeway | |
| Like a suicide in steel | |
| Scatters ashes of her memory | |
| To the wind behind the wheel |
| zuò cí : Ian | |
| Jackie skates across the freeway | |
| Like a suicide in steel | |
| Scatters ashes of her memory | |
| To the wind behind the wheel | |
| It' s the road that makes the rhythm | |
| It' s the chalk marks on her soul | |
| It' s the task that he' s been given | |
| To keep her memory whole | |
| She was younger than forever | |
| She was older than goodbye | |
| And she never saw the trucker | |
| As he wove across the line | |
| Just another L. A. drifter | |
| With the freeway in her blood | |
| And she never knew what hit her | |
| When she ran right out of luck | |
| It was Jackie called the parents | |
| It was Jackie won the prize | |
| It was Jackie fed the silence | |
| When they could not meet his eyes | |
| It was Jackie took the body | |
| It was Jackie packed her stuff | |
| And he never really loved her | |
| Though he liked her well enough | |
| Sometimes at night he sees her | |
| From the corner of his eye | |
| And he' s just about to tell her | |
| That he has no alibi | |
| It' s fate that makes the moment | |
| That' s what he wants to cry | |
| But the words he needs are frozen | |
| He can' t even say goodbye | |
| Jackie skates across the freeway | |
| Like a suicide in steel | |
| Scatters ashes of her memory | |
| To the wind behind the wheel |