| Song | Endless Grey Ribbon |
| Artist | Nick Lowe |
| Album | Labour of Lust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lowe | |
| The cold, dark night | |
| Is split by the stab of twin headlights | |
| Like fingers of guides that know of it | |
| But have never been there | |
| And eyes red-rimmed | |
| Are pealed for the n'th time | |
| And strain for the roadsigns | |
| That flash past the windshield | |
| In the hard drivin' rain | |
| His mind is not dwelling on beds of white linen | |
| But the endless gray ribbon that winds on ahead | |
| A moon comes up, cheesy and golden | |
| Reminding of older times, gunning moter times | |
| Restless and young | |
| A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons | |
| Is now the companion | |
| Of what once was the champion of heartbreakers' row | |
| His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
| But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
| From Coastacola to | |
| Richfolk, | |
| VirginiaIt's amazing how samey they are | |
| Twenty five buys some time with a waitress | |
| Passion's | |
| Peterbuilt out in the car lot | |
| His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
| But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
| Endless gray ribbon | |
| Endless gray ribbon | |
| Endless gray ribbon... |
| zuo ci : Lowe | |
| The cold, dark night | |
| Is split by the stab of twin headlights | |
| Like fingers of guides that know of it | |
| But have never been there | |
| And eyes redrimmed | |
| Are pealed for the n' th time | |
| And strain for the roadsigns | |
| That flash past the windshield | |
| In the hard drivin' rain | |
| His mind is not dwelling on beds of white linen | |
| But the endless gray ribbon that winds on ahead | |
| A moon comes up, cheesy and golden | |
| Reminding of older times, gunning moter times | |
| Restless and young | |
| A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons | |
| Is now the companion | |
| Of what once was the champion of heartbreakers' row | |
| His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
| But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
| From Coastacola to | |
| Richfolk, | |
| VirginiaIt' s amazing how samey they are | |
| Twenty five buys some time with a waitress | |
| Passion' s | |
| Peterbuilt out in the car lot | |
| His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
| But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
| Endless gray ribbon | |
| Endless gray ribbon | |
| Endless gray ribbon... |
| zuò cí : Lowe | |
| The cold, dark night | |
| Is split by the stab of twin headlights | |
| Like fingers of guides that know of it | |
| But have never been there | |
| And eyes redrimmed | |
| Are pealed for the n' th time | |
| And strain for the roadsigns | |
| That flash past the windshield | |
| In the hard drivin' rain | |
| His mind is not dwelling on beds of white linen | |
| But the endless gray ribbon that winds on ahead | |
| A moon comes up, cheesy and golden | |
| Reminding of older times, gunning moter times | |
| Restless and young | |
| A cut glass bowl, free with four gallons | |
| Is now the companion | |
| Of what once was the champion of heartbreakers' row | |
| His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
| But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
| From Coastacola to | |
| Richfolk, | |
| VirginiaIt' s amazing how samey they are | |
| Twenty five buys some time with a waitress | |
| Passion' s | |
| Peterbuilt out in the car lot | |
| His thoughts may be thinking of sweet smelling women | |
| But the endless gray ribbon is his for tonight | |
| Endless gray ribbon | |
| Endless gray ribbon | |
| Endless gray ribbon... |