| Song | World on a Whim |
| Artist | Brooke Miller |
| Album | You Can See Everything |
| 作曲 : Miller | |
| Deep love, hell you know trouble so well | |
| You don't have a pattern and you never can tell | |
| You are a yellow caution light and a yield sign | |
| And I'm building tall fences to protect this heart of mine | |
| Was it so much difficulty cutting that glass? | |
| You didn't think it would last | |
| And after twenty-two years | |
| I'm not doing so bad at all | |
| I guess it don't matter if the joke's on me | |
| You have me at your beck and call | |
| And to tell you the truth | |
| I really don't mind at all | |
| Change, change, change | |
| There's a different address every time | |
| And I've got plenty of practice | |
| And I know you don't mind | |
| I'm home in the country or here in the park | |
| I stumble where ever you land | |
| Have mercy on my timing, it's out of my hands | |
| You want the world on a whim and the sky below | |
| You really walk the line | |
| But I bet you miss it when every thing's fine | |
| I guess it don't matter if the joke's on me | |
| You have me at your beck and call | |
| And to tell you the truth, I really don't mind at all | |
| What would I ever do if you left me here alone? | |
| I would need a come back to a dial tone |
| zuò qǔ : Miller | |
| Deep love, hell you know trouble so well | |
| You don' t have a pattern and you never can tell | |
| You are a yellow caution light and a yield sign | |
| And I' m building tall fences to protect this heart of mine | |
| Was it so much difficulty cutting that glass? | |
| You didn' t think it would last | |
| And after twentytwo years | |
| I' m not doing so bad at all | |
| I guess it don' t matter if the joke' s on me | |
| You have me at your beck and call | |
| And to tell you the truth | |
| I really don' t mind at all | |
| Change, change, change | |
| There' s a different address every time | |
| And I' ve got plenty of practice | |
| And I know you don' t mind | |
| I' m home in the country or here in the park | |
| I stumble where ever you land | |
| Have mercy on my timing, it' s out of my hands | |
| You want the world on a whim and the sky below | |
| You really walk the line | |
| But I bet you miss it when every thing' s fine | |
| I guess it don' t matter if the joke' s on me | |
| You have me at your beck and call | |
| And to tell you the truth, I really don' t mind at all | |
| What would I ever do if you left me here alone? | |
| I would need a come back to a dial tone |