Everything Comes Around
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
Everything Comes AroundLRC歌词
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