• 标题:Cowboys
  • 歌手:Counting Crows
  • 专辑:Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings
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    Counting Crows - Cowboys


    Cowboys on the road tonight
    Crying in their sleep
    If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand
    And some promises to keep
    Who wanted to change the world
    What's as easy as murder
    It's all headlights and vapour trails
    And Circle K killers

    And I know I could look at anyone but you now
    I could fall under the eyes of anyone
    But you now, now, now, now

    So come on, come on, come on
    Oh, come on through now
    Come on, come on, come on
    Oh, come on through now

    This is a list of what I should have been
    But I'm not
    This is a list of the things that I should have seen
    But I'm not seeing
    The look in your eyes
    As his fingertips slid down your neck
    And made you shiver
    I'm just turning away from where I should have been
    Because I am not anything
    Oh, anything, oh

    The President's in bed tonight
    But he can't get to sleep
    'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers
    And I believe she loves you
    'Cause you never make her feel like anything
    She said, "I wouldn't feel a thing
    But I can feel, I can feel..."

    And I know I could look at anyone but you now
    I could fall under the arms of anyone
    But you now, now, now, now
    So come on, come on, come on
    Oh, come on through now
    Come on, come on, come on
    Oh, come on through now

    This is a list of what I should have been
    But I'm not
    This is a list of the things that I should have seen
    But I am not seeing
    The look in your eyes
    As his fingers are unzipping your dress
    And it makes you shiver
    I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see
    Because I am not anything
    Oh, anything, no

    Everyone's in bed tonight
    But nobody can sleep
    'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
    She says she doesn't love me, like, like she's acting
    But it's as if she isn't talking
    'Cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding
    On the front row while she's speaking

    I said, "come on all you cowboys
    All you blue-eyed baby boys
    Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer
    I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory
    And Sunday comes to gather me
    Into the arms of God who welcome me
    Because I believe, oh I believe

    And I know I could look at anyone but you now
    I could fall under the eyes of anyone
    But you now, now, now, now
    So come on, come on, come on
    Oh, come on through now
    Come on, come on, come on
    Oh, come on through now

    This is a list of what I should have been
    But I'm not
    This is a list of the things that I should have seen
    But I'm not seeing you look at me
    So please, won't you look at me
    'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me
    Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me
    Or I am not anything
    Oh, anything
    No no no no