| Song | Where the Driveway Ends |
| Artist | Carlon |
| Album | Johari Window |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McGlynn, Williams | |
| Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
| My head plays a waltz | |
| Cinnamon air | |
| Fills the back room | |
| And the valley between ours | |
| Time on the wall | |
| Where the driveway ends | |
| I shoulder and furrow the wind | |
| Pepper the house with the door-knocking brass | |
| But don't really care to get in | |
| The sun goes down and blankets | |
| The town of people that I haven't seen | |
| It wasn't a fight | |
| But I stayed up all night | |
| Figuring out what it means | |
| And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ‘I'll be down soon' | |
| The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
| Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
| My head plays a waltz | |
| Cinnamon air | |
| Fills the back room | |
| And the valley between ours | |
| I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ‘I'll be down soon' | |
| While the window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
| My father's not the sleeping kind | |
| He's often up alone | |
| My mother sleeps heavy awake when she's ready | |
| To answer the living room phone | |
| My sister and I, oh, we sleep steady | |
| But often throughout half the day | |
| My brother, he's gone | |
| But I have to be strong | |
| And I hope that I'll see him someday | |
| And the snow-plows go scraping down Hillbury Road | |
| With the light of the moon at their backs | |
| I'm only home for two short days | |
| And I just can't seem to relax | |
| And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ‘I'll be down soon' | |
| The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
| Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
| My head plays a waltz |
| zuo qu : McGlynn, Williams | |
| Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
| My head plays a waltz | |
| Cinnamon air | |
| Fills the back room | |
| And the valley between ours | |
| Time on the wall | |
| Where the driveway ends | |
| I shoulder and furrow the wind | |
| Pepper the house with the doorknocking brass | |
| But don' t really care to get in | |
| The sun goes down and blankets | |
| The town of people that I haven' t seen | |
| It wasn' t a fight | |
| But I stayed up all night | |
| Figuring out what it means | |
| And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
| The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
| Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
| My head plays a waltz | |
| Cinnamon air | |
| Fills the back room | |
| And the valley between ours | |
| I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
| While the window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
| My father' s not the sleeping kind | |
| He' s often up alone | |
| My mother sleeps heavy awake when she' s ready | |
| To answer the living room phone | |
| My sister and I, oh, we sleep steady | |
| But often throughout half the day | |
| My brother, he' s gone | |
| But I have to be strong | |
| And I hope that I' ll see him someday | |
| And the snowplows go scraping down Hillbury Road | |
| With the light of the moon at their backs | |
| I' m only home for two short days | |
| And I just can' t seem to relax | |
| And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
| The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
| Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
| My head plays a waltz |
| zuò qǔ : McGlynn, Williams | |
| Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
| My head plays a waltz | |
| Cinnamon air | |
| Fills the back room | |
| And the valley between ours | |
| Time on the wall | |
| Where the driveway ends | |
| I shoulder and furrow the wind | |
| Pepper the house with the doorknocking brass | |
| But don' t really care to get in | |
| The sun goes down and blankets | |
| The town of people that I haven' t seen | |
| It wasn' t a fight | |
| But I stayed up all night | |
| Figuring out what it means | |
| And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
| The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
| Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
| My head plays a waltz | |
| Cinnamon air | |
| Fills the back room | |
| And the valley between ours | |
| I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
| While the window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
| My father' s not the sleeping kind | |
| He' s often up alone | |
| My mother sleeps heavy awake when she' s ready | |
| To answer the living room phone | |
| My sister and I, oh, we sleep steady | |
| But often throughout half the day | |
| My brother, he' s gone | |
| But I have to be strong | |
| And I hope that I' ll see him someday | |
| And the snowplows go scraping down Hillbury Road | |
| With the light of the moon at their backs | |
| I' m only home for two short days | |
| And I just can' t seem to relax | |
| And I draw myself in the bathroom glass and yell ' I' ll be down soon' | |
| The window squares break up the day and ride the afternoon | |
| Ducks on the pond in the morning sun | |
| My head plays a waltz |