LYRICS
作词 : Frances Quinlan
作曲 : Ryan Hemsworth/Frances Quinlan
Buffy Sainte-Marie plays
Here and there
Pale Valencia oranges
I just got it, this must be the place
Origin signifies a name
And that's it, simple, I like it
We're late to our little apartment
It's not you I'm angry with
How close from here do you think the ocean is?
Overhead, a bright white page
A thought half forms
I've pined so long for
The name escapes
A few more years, and then
The weight will be replaced
Can you hear that old man running?
He won't make it back
Walled in by cypresses
The next three years are coming
Simple, a name escapes
What is his pain like?
He thinks about it enough on his own time
What is his pain like?
He thinks about it enough on his own time
Tho the next few years are comin'
Did you see an old man runnin'?
The few years are coming
Overhead a bright white page...
A thought half forms
I've pined so long for
The name escapes
A few more years, and then
The weight will be replaced
Can you hear that old man runnin'?
He won't make it back
Can you hear that old man runnin'?
He won't make it back
Can you hear that old man runnin'?
Buffy Sainte-Marie plays
Can you hear that old man runnin'?
Overhead a bright white page...
Buffy Sainte-Marie plays