不知怎么，突然间觉得寂寞起来。从不做梦的我，昨晚居然梦见曾经的往事。仔细一想，原来是想家了。一首好歌，可以是一杯浓浓的咖啡，一杯香醇的美酒，当然也可以是一根点燃的香烟。 A long walk home, long walk home…… 熟悉的旋律，将我带到那遥远的学生时代，种种荒诞不经的恶作剧，想想也挺对不起人家的。有快乐，有悲伤，却总是叫人回味。这也许就叫做成长的烦恼。一时激动，居然不知从那里察到交通台的电话，自称是纽约的出租车司机，一通狂聊，还强烈要求，为大家点播歌神的纽约的司机北京的梦。又对不住各位观众了。嗨，周末一定要找个好地方，治疗一下我思乡的胃。 A long walk home, long walk home……
Last night I stood at your doorstep
Trying to figure out what went wrong
You just slipped something into my palm and you were gone
I could smell the same deep green of summer
'Bove me the same night sky was glowin'
In the distance I could see the town where I was born
It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
A long walk home
In town I pass Sal's grocery
Barber shop on South Street
I looked in their faces*
They're all rank strangers to me*
Well Veteran's Hall high upon the hill
Stood silent and alone
The diner was shuttered and boarded
With a sign that just said "gone"
It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
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