文本歌词

This Ride - Shovels & Rope
Lyricist：Michael Trent/Cary Ann Hearst
This ride
What a ride
What a ride
What a ride
Well
It hurts and it scars and it aches and it twists
It starves and it laughs and it balls up it's fists
It's crooked and it hollows and it soothes and it breaks
And it grows and it ponders and it toils and it takes
It stretches and it breathes and it is lonely and long
This ride
What a ride
Oh my
What a ride
Well it calls and it follows and
It breaks down your door
It bleeds you dry and it asks you for more
Shows up at your work and it makes you insane
And it loses your keys and leaves you crying in the rain
It's costly and violent and
It's a sorrowful song
But I am thankful by and by my love
And if I'm talking too much just give me a shove
If I'm walking too fast maybe pick it on up
It's just like old Yeller and lonesome Dove
When you hate how it ends
But you can't get enough
This ride
It lifts and it gives and it singles you out
It shames and it blames and forgives and it doubts
It inspires and it opens our eyes and it heals
And it coughs and it slips and it falls and it steals
Your memory your dignity your husbands and your mothers