| 作曲 : Lajoie | |
| its such a funny feeling | |
| as i walk into the streets | |
| empty eyes on people's faces | |
| makes me sad | |
| when they look at me | |
| i know they're only strangers | |
| i might never see 'em again | |
| but it's more than my desire | |
| to tell them | |
| they're riding away | |
| on a hellbound train | |
| heading for the wrong destination | |
| all like sheep have gone astray | |
| people passing through the station | |
| with their luggage | |
| full of shame | |
| different names and different places | |
| but the song remains the same | |
| the heart of man through the ages | |
| neeeds to be | |
| forgiven and free | |
| and i'm filled with a deep compassion | |
| that my Father's given me | |
| i will always preach the gospel | |
| to the ends of the earth | |
| 'till everyone has heard Jesus is the way | |
| to a heavenbound train |
| zuo qu : Lajoie | |
| its such a funny feeling | |
| as i walk into the streets | |
| empty eyes on people' s faces | |
| makes me sad | |
| when they look at me | |
| i know they' re only strangers | |
| i might never see ' em again | |
| but it' s more than my desire | |
| to tell them | |
| they' re riding away | |
| on a hellbound train | |
| heading for the wrong destination | |
| all like sheep have gone astray | |
| people passing through the station | |
| with their luggage | |
| full of shame | |
| different names and different places | |
| but the song remains the same | |
| the heart of man through the ages | |
| neeeds to be | |
| forgiven and free | |
| and i' m filled with a deep compassion | |
| that my Father' s given me | |
| i will always preach the gospel | |
| to the ends of the earth | |
| ' till everyone has heard Jesus is the way | |
| to a heavenbound train |
| zuò qǔ : Lajoie | |
| its such a funny feeling | |
| as i walk into the streets | |
| empty eyes on people' s faces | |
| makes me sad | |
| when they look at me | |
| i know they' re only strangers | |
| i might never see ' em again | |
| but it' s more than my desire | |
| to tell them | |
| they' re riding away | |
| on a hellbound train | |
| heading for the wrong destination | |
| all like sheep have gone astray | |
| people passing through the station | |
| with their luggage | |
| full of shame | |
| different names and different places | |
| but the song remains the same | |
| the heart of man through the ages | |
| neeeds to be | |
| forgiven and free | |
| and i' m filled with a deep compassion | |
| that my Father' s given me | |
| i will always preach the gospel | |
| to the ends of the earth | |
| ' till everyone has heard Jesus is the way | |
| to a heavenbound train |