| Song | 200 More Miles |
| Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
| Album | The Trinity Session |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Timmins | |
| Atlanta's a distant memory | |
| Montgomery a recent birth | |
| And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
| Like a signal fire | |
| I got willie on the radio | |
| A dozen things on my mind | |
| And number one is fleshing out | |
| These dreams of mine | |
| I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
| To fall into tonight | |
| In nashville there is a lighter | |
| In a case for all to see | |
| It speaks of dreams and heartaches | |
| Left unsung | |
| And in the corner stands a guitar and | |
| Lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand | |
| I don't travel past, travel hard before | |
| And i'm beginning to understand | |
| That i've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
| To fall into tonight | |
| They say that i am crazy | |
| My life wasting on this road | |
| That time will find my dreams | |
| Scared or dead and cold | |
| But i heard there is a light | |
| Drawing me to reach an end | |
| And when i reach there, i'll turn back | |
| And you and i can begin again | |
| I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
| To fall into tonight | |
| I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But i wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows | |
| For one hour of this night | |
| Atlanta's a distant memory | |
| Montgomery a recent birth | |
| And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
| Like a signal fire |
| zuo qu : Timmins | |
| Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
| Montgomery a recent birth | |
| And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
| Like a signal fire | |
| I got willie on the radio | |
| A dozen things on my mind | |
| And number one is fleshing out | |
| These dreams of mine | |
| I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
| To fall into tonight | |
| In nashville there is a lighter | |
| In a case for all to see | |
| It speaks of dreams and heartaches | |
| Left unsung | |
| And in the corner stands a guitar and | |
| Lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand | |
| I don' t travel past, travel hard before | |
| And i' m beginning to understand | |
| That i' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
| To fall into tonight | |
| They say that i am crazy | |
| My life wasting on this road | |
| That time will find my dreams | |
| Scared or dead and cold | |
| But i heard there is a light | |
| Drawing me to reach an end | |
| And when i reach there, i' ll turn back | |
| And you and i can begin again | |
| I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
| To fall into tonight | |
| I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But i wouldn' t trade all your golden tomorrows | |
| For one hour of this night | |
| Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
| Montgomery a recent birth | |
| And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
| Like a signal fire |
| zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
| Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
| Montgomery a recent birth | |
| And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
| Like a signal fire | |
| I got willie on the radio | |
| A dozen things on my mind | |
| And number one is fleshing out | |
| These dreams of mine | |
| I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
| To fall into tonight | |
| In nashville there is a lighter | |
| In a case for all to see | |
| It speaks of dreams and heartaches | |
| Left unsung | |
| And in the corner stands a guitar and | |
| Lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand | |
| I don' t travel past, travel hard before | |
| And i' m beginning to understand | |
| That i' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
| To fall into tonight | |
| They say that i am crazy | |
| My life wasting on this road | |
| That time will find my dreams | |
| Scared or dead and cold | |
| But i heard there is a light | |
| Drawing me to reach an end | |
| And when i reach there, i' ll turn back | |
| And you and i can begin again | |
| I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But there' ll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms | |
| To fall into tonight | |
| I' ve got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line | |
| Before i sleep | |
| But i wouldn' t trade all your golden tomorrows | |
| For one hour of this night | |
| Atlanta' s a distant memory | |
| Montgomery a recent birth | |
| And tulsa burns on the desert floor | |
| Like a signal fire |