文本歌词

作曲 : Justin Hurwitz
作词 : Justin Hurwitz
I think about that day，
I left him at a Greyhound station，
West of Sante Fe，
We were seventeen, but he was sweet and it was true，
Still I did what I had to do，
Cuz' I just knew
Summer Sunday nights，
We'd sink into our seats，
Right as they dimmed out all the lights，
The Technicolor world made out of music and machine，
It called me to be on that screen，
And live inside each scene，
Without a nickel to my name，
Hopped a bus, here I came，
Could be brave or just insane，
We'll have to see
Cuz' maybe in that sleepy town，
He'll sit one day, the lights are down，
He'll see my face and think of how he used to know me，
Climb the hills I'm reaching for the heights，
And chasing all the lights that shine，
And when they let you down，
You'll get up off the ground，
As morning rolls around，
And it's another day of sun，
I hear them everyday，
The rhythms in the canyons that will never fade away，
The ballads In the barrooms left by those who came before，
They say 'you gotta want it more'，
So I bang on every door，
And even when the answer's no，
Or when my money's running low，
The dusty mic and neon glow are all I need，
And some day as I sing the song，
A small-town kid will come along，
That'll be the thing to push him on and he'll go，
Climb the hills I'm reaching for the heights，
And chasing all the lights that shine，
And when they let you down，
You'll get up off the ground，
As morning rolls around，
And it's another day of sun，
When they let you down，
The morning rolls around，
It's another day of sun，