| Song | Can't See Why |
| Artist | Blues Traveler |
| Album | Live on the Rocks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kinchla, Popper | |
| Kiss away the morning hours | |
| In need of some restraint | |
| While raised to think knowledge is power | |
| I've come to learn it ain't' | |
| Cause here | |
| I go when the hat drops | |
| In the lions mouth for more | |
| And this time there's no illusion | |
| For what I got in store | |
| And it comes, and it goes | |
| And eventually slows | |
| And we lie, and we trade | |
| And I guess destiny is made | |
| And I can't see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say | |
| Well, she knew my name and she came to me | |
| And she wanted to spend some time | |
| And she looked soft to touch so it's the same you see | |
| I just wanted to make her mine | |
| So there we are just standing there | |
| Trying to figure out why we're there | |
| Attempting some connection | |
| While we're brave enough to care | |
| And we try, and we fail | |
| And oh, the sirens how they wail | |
| And it's bad, and it's good | |
| Does it matter if we should | |
| And I can't see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say | |
| And I can't see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say | |
| And I can't see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say |
| zuo ci : Kinchla, Popper | |
| Kiss away the morning hours | |
| In need of some restraint | |
| While raised to think knowledge is power | |
| I' ve come to learn it ain' t' | |
| Cause here | |
| I go when the hat drops | |
| In the lions mouth for more | |
| And this time there' s no illusion | |
| For what I got in store | |
| And it comes, and it goes | |
| And eventually slows | |
| And we lie, and we trade | |
| And I guess destiny is made | |
| And I can' t see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say | |
| Well, she knew my name and she came to me | |
| And she wanted to spend some time | |
| And she looked soft to touch so it' s the same you see | |
| I just wanted to make her mine | |
| So there we are just standing there | |
| Trying to figure out why we' re there | |
| Attempting some connection | |
| While we' re brave enough to care | |
| And we try, and we fail | |
| And oh, the sirens how they wail | |
| And it' s bad, and it' s good | |
| Does it matter if we should | |
| And I can' t see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say | |
| And I can' t see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say | |
| And I can' t see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say |
| zuò cí : Kinchla, Popper | |
| Kiss away the morning hours | |
| In need of some restraint | |
| While raised to think knowledge is power | |
| I' ve come to learn it ain' t' | |
| Cause here | |
| I go when the hat drops | |
| In the lions mouth for more | |
| And this time there' s no illusion | |
| For what I got in store | |
| And it comes, and it goes | |
| And eventually slows | |
| And we lie, and we trade | |
| And I guess destiny is made | |
| And I can' t see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say | |
| Well, she knew my name and she came to me | |
| And she wanted to spend some time | |
| And she looked soft to touch so it' s the same you see | |
| I just wanted to make her mine | |
| So there we are just standing there | |
| Trying to figure out why we' re there | |
| Attempting some connection | |
| While we' re brave enough to care | |
| And we try, and we fail | |
| And oh, the sirens how they wail | |
| And it' s bad, and it' s good | |
| Does it matter if we should | |
| And I can' t see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say | |
| And I can' t see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say | |
| And I can' t see why | |
| But I do it anyway | |
| You reap what you sew | |
| Oh, so the poets say |