t wake from. Could I have felt the brush of a soul that's passing on, Somewhere in between here and gone? Up above me, Wayward angels, A blur of wings and
and roars The bitter and sweet between the truces and the wars The noise and the quiet, the courage and the fear And all of the wisdom between a smile
't wake from Could I've felt the brush of a soul that's passing on Somewhere in between, here and gone? Up above me, wayward angels A blur of wings and
way The noise, the heat, the crush of cars just robs me of my nerve And someone yells and blasts their horn and pins me to the curb I'm a stranger here
here waitin' At Grand Central Station, Grand Central Station And now Hercules is starin' down at me Next to him's Minerva and Mercury Well, I nod to them and
's gone, she's gone away All day long I call her name Luna's gone, she's gone away All day long I call her name Luna's gone, she's gone away All day long
fighting schmo's Up here we've got none of those In my heaven There's pools and lakes and hills and mountains Music, art, and lighted fountains Who needs
and in our heads We eat standing up or in our beds Guilt and fear merge easily In the quiet souls of girls like me And loneliness is like a cold Common and
can Feel no fear upon the edge Here's my heart, baby take my hand River like a poem to the trees River telling stories to the rushes and the leaves
a note Lock the doors and windows Pack the truck, here's to luck Here?s to how the wind blows Got the cash, got the gas Now lose the map and compass
me every once in a while When the rain lets up and the sun can shine Just a little peace and quiet for a change I still greet the sun and find it strange
the town Take a walk around this town Collar up an' head down Against the cold and gray We're only strangers here (Strangers here) We're just like strangers here (Strangers here
hairpin turns and then spread out below The valley appeared with the sun like Elysium I looked out the window and stared at the fields Where the blue sky and
wake from. Could I have felt the brush of a soul that's passing on, Somewhere in between here and gone? Up above me, Wayward angels, A blur of wings and
Превод: Мери-Chapin Карпентър. Между тук и Gone.
Chorus: And a beautiful racket, it whispers and roars The bitter and sweet, between the truces and the wars The noice and the quiet, the courage and the fear And
way The noise, the heat, the crush of cars just robs me of my nerve And someone yells and blasts their horn and pins me to the curb I?m a stranger here
42nd Street. I lit a cigarette an' stared down at my feet. Imagined all the ones that ever stood here waitin', At Grand Central Station. Grand Central Station. And
