作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart How many miles until I get out of this rectangular box of hell? Because these four same faces In these overcrowded spaces Have me praying for the places That will leave me one minute to myself (along with) The foreheads glued to window-panes. The sore-backs from kitchen-wood floors, And all the sitting, sitting, sitting in a van - yet I still want more? When there's a million more miles to roam I think of the life left for me back home: A “paradise” to watch their “greener grass” grow And all the time to be alone…? But two weeks home cripple me Because the trees don't pass And the lines don't move As the white walls collapse On my ramblin' buy blues that's howlin Howling for that open road because No arms can hold No home can warm Like the gaze at the rays of a distant lost-highway sun. When there's a million more miles to roam I think of the life left for me back home: A “paradise” to watch their “greener grass” grow And all the time to be alone. Pave paradise Put the keys in Turn the engine Let the big green van drive me from this city, To anything but simplicity. To anywhere from this city, To anything but simplicity.
作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart How many miles until I get out of this rectangular box of hell? Because these four same faces In these overcrowded spaces Have me praying for the places That will leave me one minute to myself (along with) The foreheads glued to window-panes. The sore-backs from kitchen-wood floors, And all the sitting, sitting, sitting in a van - yet I still want more? When there's a million more miles to roam I think of the life left for me back home: A “paradise” to watch their “greener grass” grow And all the time to be alone…? But two weeks home cripple me Because the trees don't pass And the lines don't move As the white walls collapse On my ramblin' buy blues that's howlin Howling for that open road because No arms can hold No home can warm Like the gaze at the rays of a distant lost-highway sun. When there's a million more miles to roam I think of the life left for me back home: A “paradise” to watch their “greener grass” grow And all the time to be alone. Pave paradise Put the keys in Turn the engine Let the big green van drive me from this city, To anything but simplicity. To anywhere from this city, To anything but simplicity.
