| Song | The Evening Of My Best Day |
| Artist | Rickie Lee Jones |
| Album | The Evening Of My Best Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones | |
| They all smile | |
| They shake your hand | |
| They want to know your name | |
| Y ou sit in your mothers room | |
| Look through the window pane | |
| When they know you're not watching | |
| They talk behind your back | |
| They laugh about the lonliness | |
| Of your awkward attack | |
| Attack them in the fences | |
| Attack them in the schoolyard | |
| Wipe your sleeve across your head | |
| When the canons fire | |
| Someday, many years from here | |
| Where no one else can see | |
| You'll dig up the things they buried | |
| And finally set them free | |
| Finally, set them free | |
| Now free them from the schoolyard | |
| Free them from the lunch tray edge | |
| Free them from the canons inside your head | |
| I don't know why, | |
| But for some people | |
| An ordinary day | |
| Just rises up before them | |
| And it sweeps the past away | |
| And its a good Life | |
| From now on | |
| When I look back at you | |
| A good life, | |
| Look ahead | |
| The sky is almost blue |
| zuo ci : Jones | |
| They all smile | |
| They shake your hand | |
| They want to know your name | |
| Y ou sit in your mothers room | |
| Look through the window pane | |
| When they know you' re not watching | |
| They talk behind your back | |
| They laugh about the lonliness | |
| Of your awkward attack | |
| Attack them in the fences | |
| Attack them in the schoolyard | |
| Wipe your sleeve across your head | |
| When the canons fire | |
| Someday, many years from here | |
| Where no one else can see | |
| You' ll dig up the things they buried | |
| And finally set them free | |
| Finally, set them free | |
| Now free them from the schoolyard | |
| Free them from the lunch tray edge | |
| Free them from the canons inside your head | |
| I don' t know why, | |
| But for some people | |
| An ordinary day | |
| Just rises up before them | |
| And it sweeps the past away | |
| And its a good Life | |
| From now on | |
| When I look back at you | |
| A good life, | |
| Look ahead | |
| The sky is almost blue |
| zuò cí : Jones | |
| They all smile | |
| They shake your hand | |
| They want to know your name | |
| Y ou sit in your mothers room | |
| Look through the window pane | |
| When they know you' re not watching | |
| They talk behind your back | |
| They laugh about the lonliness | |
| Of your awkward attack | |
| Attack them in the fences | |
| Attack them in the schoolyard | |
| Wipe your sleeve across your head | |
| When the canons fire | |
| Someday, many years from here | |
| Where no one else can see | |
| You' ll dig up the things they buried | |
| And finally set them free | |
| Finally, set them free | |
| Now free them from the schoolyard | |
| Free them from the lunch tray edge | |
| Free them from the canons inside your head | |
| I don' t know why, | |
| But for some people | |
| An ordinary day | |
| Just rises up before them | |
| And it sweeps the past away | |
| And its a good Life | |
| From now on | |
| When I look back at you | |
| A good life, | |
| Look ahead | |
| The sky is almost blue |