作曲 : Tom Cochrane I've got a reason And it sounds like this Everything has it's season Let's bless it with a kiss babe I'll be there for you I'll be your rainy day man Everytime the devil laughs out loud When we make our big plans And you might come to realize What you haven't missed yet When everyone's searching For fortune and fame It's been right in front of you All of the time Everything comes round and round What goes up must soon come down Just remember this my friend The next time that it looks like rain I heard a rumbling It was a frightening sound We thought the world was crumbling It was just our wheels spinning around You might see more action Born in another age You'll get more satisfaction If you don't expect it that way You might come to realize What you haven't missed yet When everyone's searching For fortune and fame Well it's been right in your face All of the time CHORUS x2 I look down the street And I see the young matadors The debutantes from Richmond Decked out in their fine clothes It's bred in the bone A tireless search The junkyard keeps whispering "Who'll get there first" CHORUS
作曲 : Tom Cochrane I've got a reason And it sounds like this Everything has it's season Let's bless it with a kiss babe I'll be there for you I'll be your rainy day man Everytime the devil laughs out loud When we make our big plans And you might come to realize What you haven't missed yet When everyone's searching For fortune and fame It's been right in front of you All of the time Everything comes round and round What goes up must soon come down Just remember this my friend The next time that it looks like rain I heard a rumbling It was a frightening sound We thought the world was crumbling It was just our wheels spinning around You might see more action Born in another age You'll get more satisfaction If you don't expect it that way You might come to realize What you haven't missed yet When everyone's searching For fortune and fame Well it's been right in your face All of the time CHORUS x2 I look down the street And I see the young matadors The debutantes from Richmond Decked out in their fine clothes It's bred in the bone A tireless search The junkyard keeps whispering "Who'll get there first" CHORUS
