Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, ah Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You're playin' with my thunder Heavens knows I sometimes
This is the place where nobody comes from Perfect strangers in this desert town Just out of flame, looking for favors Hungry players when the deals go
Nothin' in your pocket Something up your sleeve Look right at my alley Coming down my street Gun goes off at midnight Whistle blows at dawn Give me half
The street light crawls into a bare bulb hotel Where dead eyes shine there's a story to tell It's a life of crime on a bed of stone When the devil calls
be the rockinghorse I ride If I showed no fear and held you like a child? Running through the darkness till there's morning in the sky Would you be the rockinghorse
Just a stray little Gypsy boy, Trying on the highway for size A cowboy kid cracking 105 Crossing the New Mexico line I believe we got a live one here
The last time I saw William, he was as good as gone He'd packed up all his poetry and his hurtin' songs Well, they say that he died but the papers lied
be the rockinghorse I ride If I showed no fear and held you like a child Running through the darkness till there's morning in the sky Would you be the rockinghorse
번역: 마일스, Alannah. 록킹.
You're playin' with my thunder, heavens knows I sometimes wonder who you are You're so sweet but on the street, who do you meet when we're apart I see
This is the place where nobody comes from Perfect strangers in this desert town Just out of flame and looking for favours Hungry players when the deals
Nothin' in your pocket, something up your sleeve You look right up my alley, coming down my street The gun goes off at midnight, whistle blows at dawn
Little tramp comin' up the strip with a hundred dollar smile Sparks flyin' off her fingertips, drive the young cop wild Some nights are wound so tight
you be the rockinghorse I ride If I showed no fear and held you like a child Running through the darkness till there's morning in the sky Would you be the rockinghorse
The last time I saw William, he was as good as gone He'd packed up all his poetry and his hurtin' songs Well they say that he died, but the papers lied
Just a stray little Gypsy boy, trying on the highway for size A cowboy kid cracking 105, crossing the New Mexico line (I believe) I believe we got a
Song instead of a kiss, baby this is a song instead of a kiss For all of you who ache, who long for nights like this Song instead of a touch, darlin
Sonny say you will, take me strolling with you out on the boardwalk 'Cause you know you always make me feel Like we are lovers on parade with your sweet
