| Song | Nowhere In The Neighborhood |
| Artist | Jace Everett |
| Album | Jace Everett |
| 作曲 : Everett, Leblanc, Rambeaux | |
| Standin' here on this old familiar porch, | |
| I know this welcome mat ain't meant for me. | |
| I can't believe you even opened up the door: | |
| You always were much too kind to me. | |
| I don't know how I wound up here, | |
| I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| In this house on this street, | |
| We had a chance to live a dream: | |
| I'd go back and get it right if I could. | |
| 'Cause I was here but I was gone: | |
| How could I get so much so wrong? | |
| Now I know a home is more than bricks an' wood. | |
| There's so much of love I thought I understood, | |
| But I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| I had everything a man could ever want, | |
| But still I was not satisfied. | |
| A fool would drink from some forbidden cup, | |
| Until he's drunk on his own lies. | |
| Yeah, I believed I could live two lives: | |
| I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| In this house on this street, | |
| We had a chance to live a dream: | |
| I'd go back and get it right if I could. | |
| 'Cause I was here but I was gone: | |
| How could I get so much so wrong? | |
| Now I know a home is more than bricks an' wood. | |
| There's so much of love I thought I understood, | |
| But I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| 'Cause I was here but I was gone: | |
| How could I get so much so wrong? | |
| Now I know a home is more than bricks an' wood. | |
| There's so much of love I thought I understood, | |
| Yeah, I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| Nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| No, no. |
| zuò qǔ : Everett, Leblanc, Rambeaux | |
| Standin' here on this old familiar porch, | |
| I know this welcome mat ain' t meant for me. | |
| I can' t believe you even opened up the door: | |
| You always were much too kind to me. | |
| I don' t know how I wound up here, | |
| I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| In this house on this street, | |
| We had a chance to live a dream: | |
| I' d go back and get it right if I could. | |
| ' Cause I was here but I was gone: | |
| How could I get so much so wrong? | |
| Now I know a home is more than bricks an' wood. | |
| There' s so much of love I thought I understood, | |
| But I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| I had everything a man could ever want, | |
| But still I was not satisfied. | |
| A fool would drink from some forbidden cup, | |
| Until he' s drunk on his own lies. | |
| Yeah, I believed I could live two lives: | |
| I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| In this house on this street, | |
| We had a chance to live a dream: | |
| I' d go back and get it right if I could. | |
| ' Cause I was here but I was gone: | |
| How could I get so much so wrong? | |
| Now I know a home is more than bricks an' wood. | |
| There' s so much of love I thought I understood, | |
| But I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| ' Cause I was here but I was gone: | |
| How could I get so much so wrong? | |
| Now I know a home is more than bricks an' wood. | |
| There' s so much of love I thought I understood, | |
| Yeah, I was nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| Nowhere in the neighborhood. | |
| No, no. |