How I Spent My Fall Vacation Lyrics

Song	How I Spent My Fall Vacation
Artist	Bruce Cockburn
Album	Slice O Life: Bruce Cockburn Live Solo
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	作词 : Cockburn
	Sun went down looking like the eye of
	GodBehind icy mist and stark bare trees
	Inside the dim empty cinema two guys in leather jackets
	Glance at each other and shiver'
	They never built these places with winter in mind'
	Out the window down the gray road
	You can see old walled monastery
	Now become a barracks for the paramilitary police
	I saw an old lady's face once on a
	Japanese train
	Half lit, rich with soft luminosity
	She was dozing straight upright head bobbing almost imperceptibly
	Wheels were playing fast in 9/8 time
	Her husband's friendly face suddenly folded up in a sneeze
	Across the straight a volcano flew a white smoke flag of surrender
	In a Roman street on a full moon night
	I was sick and there was a young cop in a circle of yellow light
	As we drew near he snapped the safety off his machine pistol
	And slid a trembling finger to the trigger
	I wanted to say something calming but couldn't catch his eye
	He didn't want contact -- he was trained to see movement'
	Well don't shoot me, man,
	I'm a graceful slow dancer
	I'm just a dream to you not real at all'
	I wonder if
	I'll end up like
	Bernie in his dream
	A displaced person in some foreign border town
	Waiting for a train part hope part myth
	While the station changes hands
	Or just sitting at home growing tenser with the times
	Or like that guy in '
	The Seventh
	Seal'Watching the newly dead dance across the hills
	Or wearing this leather jacket shivering with a friend
	While the eye of
	God blazes at us like the sun...

	zuo ci : Cockburn
	Sun went down looking like the eye of
	GodBehind icy mist and stark bare trees
	Inside the dim empty cinema two guys in leather jackets
	Glance at each other and shiver'
	They never built these places with winter in mind'
	Out the window down the gray road
	You can see old walled monastery
	Now become a barracks for the paramilitary police
	I saw an old lady' s face once on a
	Japanese train
	Half lit, rich with soft luminosity
	She was dozing straight upright head bobbing almost imperceptibly
	Wheels were playing fast in 9 8 time
	Her husband' s friendly face suddenly folded up in a sneeze
	Across the straight a volcano flew a white smoke flag of surrender
	In a Roman street on a full moon night
	I was sick and there was a young cop in a circle of yellow light
	As we drew near he snapped the safety off his machine pistol
	And slid a trembling finger to the trigger
	I wanted to say something calming but couldn' t catch his eye
	He didn' t want contact he was trained to see movement'
	Well don' t shoot me, man,
	I' m a graceful slow dancer
	I' m just a dream to you not real at all'
	I wonder if
	I' ll end up like
	Bernie in his dream
	A displaced person in some foreign border town
	Waiting for a train part hope part myth
	While the station changes hands
	Or just sitting at home growing tenser with the times
	Or like that guy in '
	The Seventh
	Seal' Watching the newly dead dance across the hills
	Or wearing this leather jacket shivering with a friend
	While the eye of
	God blazes at us like the sun...

	zuò cí : Cockburn
	Sun went down looking like the eye of
	GodBehind icy mist and stark bare trees
	Inside the dim empty cinema two guys in leather jackets
	Glance at each other and shiver'
	They never built these places with winter in mind'
	Out the window down the gray road
	You can see old walled monastery
	Now become a barracks for the paramilitary police
	I saw an old lady' s face once on a
	Japanese train
	Half lit, rich with soft luminosity
	She was dozing straight upright head bobbing almost imperceptibly
	Wheels were playing fast in 9 8 time
	Her husband' s friendly face suddenly folded up in a sneeze
	Across the straight a volcano flew a white smoke flag of surrender
	In a Roman street on a full moon night
	I was sick and there was a young cop in a circle of yellow light
	As we drew near he snapped the safety off his machine pistol
	And slid a trembling finger to the trigger
	I wanted to say something calming but couldn' t catch his eye
	He didn' t want contact he was trained to see movement'
	Well don' t shoot me, man,
	I' m a graceful slow dancer
	I' m just a dream to you not real at all'
	I wonder if
	I' ll end up like
	Bernie in his dream
	A displaced person in some foreign border town
	Waiting for a train part hope part myth
	While the station changes hands
	Or just sitting at home growing tenser with the times
	Or like that guy in '
	The Seventh
	Seal' Watching the newly dead dance across the hills
	Or wearing this leather jacket shivering with a friend
	While the eye of
	God blazes at us like the sun...

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