作曲 : Mark Wade
I still travel time 1909
Your brand new brick apartment
Pour me whatever you're having
Tell me a story, pilgrim or voyager
What brought you northwest?
Eyes on that silver watch
Dangling from the waist
Handmade, rusting, weathered across face
Rough around the edges
Like descendant, cunturies of hand-me-downs
We can't all hide where we came from
Strap it to the wrist, wrap it 'round the tongue
In the back of my stubborn cold mind
I tried to leave the past behind
Easier said than done
Oh, that old clock
Tick, tock, tick
Spin a million
Send me back around again
Won't be long until grandfather's born
That innocent face, gold framed on the wall
Has to fight a war, but he'll live to tell
All the hell that keeps him up until dawn
Four generations cry over his grave
They jump twenty years back, boat on Diamond Lake
6 a.m. whiskey to get warm
Reminiscing on the forestry days
Oh, that old clock
Tick, tock, tick
Spin a million
Send me back around again
Open the window
So I can spy the avenue below
1909, young hopeful eyes
Still travel time
Open the window
So I can spy the avenue below
1909, young hopeful eyes
Still travel time