作词 : Robert Edward Jacskon/Alicia Broeksmit Best
作曲 : Robert Edward Jackson
In this town, nothing's changed
In fact you look just the same
Same old daemons knocking at your door
But in this room, between these walls
There lies something more
Something simple and familiar, something pure
And all my friends are all made up
Yeah, some might call that luck
But a lucky man still has a price to pay
Tell me what is it i'm supposed to say
Should I live this life day by day
Or maybe I should risk it on a whim
Up in New York, they're in turmoil
In London, they got the blues
But in this room there's a friend that I could use
But all my friends are all made up
Yeah someone filled their cup
And I'm staring down an empty glass again
Singin' what is it I'm doing here
Must be time to face my fear
Or maybe I should risk it on a whim
On a whim
On a whim
Can't you hear it calling in the wind