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  • 作词 : Jonathan Rado/Brandon Flowers
    作曲 : Jonathan Rado/Brandon Flowers
    Oh yeah, oh no, the train, the train.
    Every 2 or 3 years, the train kills somebody.
    Every 2 or 3 years, yeah.
    Everybody knows about the train,
    OK? You hear it constantly.
    Eh, I— I think the train is a way to find your way out of this life, if you get hit by it

    A couple of kids got hit by a Union Pacific train
    Carrying sheet metal and household appliances through the pouring rain
    They were planning on getting married after graduation
    Had a little baby girl, trouble came and shut it down
    Things like that ain't supposed to happen

    In this quiet town, families are tight
    Good people, they still don't deadbolt their doors at night
    In this quiet town

    When we first heard opioid stories, they were always in whispering tones
    Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes
    Parents wept through daddy's girl eulogies
    And merit badge milestones with their daughters and sons
    Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns
    Somebody's been keepin' secrets

    In this quiet town, they know how to live
    Good people who lean on Jesus, they're quick to forgive
    In this quiet town

    Now whenever I'm near the town I'll find some reason to give
    And I will walk with the dead and the living where I used to live
    And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives
    Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down
    Well, part of me is still that stainless kid, lucky

    In this quiet town, salt of the land
    Hard-working people, if you're in trouble, they'll lend you a hand
    Here in this quiet town

    The first crop of hay is up
    School let out and the sun beats down
    Smoke billows from a Sunday train
    That cries away from a quiet town
  • [00:00.00] 作词 : Jonathan Rado/Brandon Flowers
    [00:01.00] 作曲 : Jonathan Rado/Brandon Flowers
    [00:02.27]Oh yeah, oh no, the train, the train.
    [00:04.77]Every 2 or 3 years, the train kills somebody.
    [00:08.07]Every 2 or 3 years, yeah.
    [00:11.02]Everybody knows about the train,
    [00:12.70]OK? You hear it constantly.
    [00:17.42]Eh, I— I think the train is a way to find your way out of this life, if you get hit by it
    [00:25.04]
    [00:43.772]A couple of kids got hit by a Union Pacific train
    [00:50.936]Carrying sheet metal and household appliances through the pouring rain
    [00:58.726]They were planning on getting married after graduation
    [01:02.458]Had a little baby girl, trouble came and shut it down
    [01:08.820]Things like that ain't supposed to happen
    [01:11.133]
    [01:12.811]In this quiet town, families are tight
    [01:21.446]Good people, they still don't deadbolt their doors at night
    [01:28.665]In this quiet town
    [01:29.498]
    [01:43.829]When we first heard opioid stories, they were always in whispering tones
    [01:52.386]Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes
    [01:58.157]Parents wept through daddy's girl eulogies
    [02:00.591]And merit badge milestones with their daughters and sons
    [02:05.678]Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns
    [02:10.318]Somebody's been keepin' secrets
    [02:12.631]
    [02:15.114]In this quiet town, they know how to live
    [02:22.759]Good people who lean on Jesus, they're quick to forgive
    [02:30.316]In this quiet town
    [02:31.276]
    [02:46.074]Now whenever I'm near the town I'll find some reason to give
    [02:53.574]And I will walk with the dead and the living where I used to live
    [02:59.984]And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives
    [03:05.280]Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down
    [03:12.574]Well, part of me is still that stainless kid, lucky
    [03:16.234]
    [03:16.730]In this quiet town, salt of the land
    [03:24.801]Hard-working people, if you're in trouble, they'll lend you a hand
    [03:31.170]Here in this quiet town
    [03:35.965]
    [04:05.481]The first crop of hay is up
    [04:08.459]School let out and the sun beats down
    [04:12.954]Smoke billows from a Sunday train
    [04:16.191]That cries away from a quiet town