One Headlight - The Wallflowers
So long ago, I don't remember when ¾ÆÁÖ ¿À·¡ ÀüÀÌ¿¡¿ä, ¾ðÁ¦ÀÎÁö ±â¾ï³ªÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä
That's when they say »ç¶÷µéÀº ³»°¡ ³ªÀÇ À¯ÀÏÇÑ Ä£±¸¸¦
I lost my only friend ÀÒ¾úÀ» ¶§¶ó°í ÇÏ´õ±º¿ä
Well they said she died easy ³»°¡ ¹¦ÁöÀÇ ³ª¹« »çÀÌ¿¡¼ µéÀº ¹Ù·Î´Â
of a broken heart disease ±×³à´Â ½Ç¿¬À¸·Î ÀÎÇÑ ¸¶À½ÀÇ º´À¸·Î
As I listened through the cemetery trees ¼ÓÀý¾øÀÌ Á×¾ú´Ù°í Çß¾î¿ä
I seen the sun comin' up ³ Àå·Ê½Ä ³¯ »õº®
at the funeral at dawn žçÀÌ ¶°¿À¸£´Â °ÍÀ» º¸¾Ò¾î¿ä
The long broken arm of human law ºÎ·¯Áø Àΰ£ÀÇ ¹ýÄ¢ÀÇ ±æ´Ù¶õ ÆÈ
Now it always seemed such a waste ±×°ÍÀº ÀÌÁ¦ ÇÑ°« ¹«¿ëÁö¹°Ã³·³ º¸¿´¾î¿ä
She always had a pretty face ±×³à´Â Ç×»ó ¿¹»Û ¾ó±¼À» ÇÏ°í ÀÖ¾úÁÒ
So I wondered ±×·¡¼ ³ ±×³à°¡ ¾î¶»°Ô ÀÌ°÷À»
how she hung around this place °Å´Ò¾úÀ»±î ±Ã±ÝÇß¾î¿ä
Hey, come on try a little À̺Á¿ä, ÀÚ Á¶±Ý¸¸ ´õ ½ÃµµÇØ ºÁ¿ä
Nothing is forever ¿µ¿øÇÑ °ÍÀº ¾Æ¹« °Íµµ ¾ø¾î¿ä
There's got to be something better than Áß°£¿¡ ¸Ó¹°·¯ ÀÖ´Â °Íº¸´Ù´Â
In the middle ´õ ³ªÀº ¾î¶² °ÍÀÌ ÀÖÀ» °Å¿¹¿ä
But me & Cinderella ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ª¿Í ½Åµ¥·¼¶ó
We put it all together ¿ì¸° ³ÃÁ¤ÇÔÀ» µÇã°í
We can drive it home Çìµå¶óÀÌÆ®°¡ ÇÑÂÊ ²¨Á³Áö¸¸
With one headlight ÁýÀ» ÇâÇØ Â÷¸¦ ¸ô ¼ö ÀÖ¾î¿ä
She said it's cold ±×³à´Â Ãä´Ù°í Çß¾î¿ä
It feels like Independence Day µ¶¸³ ±â³äÀÏ °°¾ÒÁÒ
And I can't break away from this parade ±×¸®°í ³ ÀÌ Çà·Ä¿¡¼ ¹þ¾î³¯ ¼ö ¾ø¾î¿ä
But there's got to be an opening ÇÏÁö¸¸ Ãß¾ÇÇÔ°ú Ž¿åÀÇ ÀÌ·± ¹Ì·Î¸¦ Áö³ª
Somewhere here in front of me ¾ÕÂÊ ¾îµðÀΰ¡¿£
Through this maze of ugliness and greed ¿¸° °÷ÀÌ ÀÖÀ» °Å¿¹¿ä
And I've seen the sign up ahead ±×¸®°í ³ ±º(ÏÛ) °æ°è°¡ µÇ´Â ´Ù¸®¿¡¼
At the county line bridge ±×°÷Àº ¸ðµÎ°¡ ÁÁ°í
Sayin' all there's good ¹«°¡Ä¡ÇÑ °ÍÀº Á×¾ú´Ù°í ¾²¿©Á® ÀÖ´Â
and nothingness is dead Ç¥ÁöÆÇÀ» º¸¾Ò¾î¿ä
We'll run until she's out of breath ¿ì¸° ´Þ¸± °Å¿¹¿ä ±×³à°¡ ¼ûÀÌ Âû ¶§±îÁö
She ran until there's nothin' left ±×³à´Â ´Þ·È¾î¿ä ³²À» °ÍÀÌ ¾Æ¹« °Íµµ ¾øÀ» ¶§±îÁö
She hit the end ±×³à´Â ³¡±îÁö ´Þ·Á
it's just her window ledge ±×³àÀÇ Ã¢ÅαîÁö µµ´ÞÇß¾î¿ä
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Well this place is old ±Û½ê¿ä ÀÌ°÷Àº ¿À·¡ µÈ °÷ÀÌ¿¡¿ä
It feels just like a beat-up truck ¸¶Ä¡ ³°Àº Æ®·°Ã³·³ ´À²¸ÁöÁÒ
I turn the engine, ³ ½Ãµ¿À» °É¾îº¸¾ÒÁö¸¸
but the engine doesn't turn ¿£ÁøÀº ÀÛµ¿µÇÁö ¾Ê¾Æ¿ä
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes ±×¸®°í ÀÌ°÷Àº ½Î±¸·Á ¿ÍÀΰú ´ã¹è ³¿»õ°¡ ³ª¿ä
This place is always such a mess ¾ðÁ¦³ª ´õ·´ÁÒ
Sometimes I think ³ °¡²û ±×°÷ÀÌ ºÒŸ´Â °ÍÀ» º¸°í½Í´Ù´Â
I'd like to watch it burn »ý°¢ÀÌ µé¾î¿ä
I'm so alone, ³ ³Ê¹« ¿Ü·Î¿ö¿ä
and I feel just like somebody else ´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷µé°ú ¶È°°ÀÌ ´À³¢ÁÒ
Man, I ain't changed, À̺Á¿ä, ³ º¯ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î¿ä
but I know I ain't the same ÇÏÁö¸¸ Àü°ú °°Áö´Â ¾Ê´Ù´Â °É ¾ËÁö¿ä
But somewhere here ²ÞÀÌ Á×¾î °¡´Â µµ½Ã º® »çÀÌ
in between the city walls of dyin' dreams ÀÌ°÷ ¾îµð¿¡¼±°¡
I think of death it must be killin' me ³ Á×À½À» »ý°¢ÇÏ°í ±×·± »ý°¢Àº ³ª¸¦ Á×ÀÌ°í ÀÖ¾î¿ä
(Repeat chorus)
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* human law ¿µ¿ø ºÒº¯ÇÑ ÀÚ¿¬ÀÇ ¹ýÄ¢¿¡ ´ëÁ¶µÇ´Â Àΰ£ÀÇ ¹ýÄ¢À» ¸»ÇÏ´Â °ÍÀ¸·Î »ý°¢µÊ.
* waste ÇêµÇÀÌ ÇÏ´Ù, ³¶ºñÇÏ´Ù, ȲÆóÄÉ ÇÏ´Ù, ³¶ºñ, ¾²·¹±â, Ȳ¹«Áö.
* hang around ±ÍÂú°Ô ´Þ¶óºÙ´Ù, ¹æȲÇÏ´Ù, ¾î½½··°Å¸®´Ù.
* get it all together Àß Çس»´Ù, ÀÚ½ÅÀ» °®´Ù, ħÂøÇØÁö´Ù.
* beat-up ¿À·¡µÇ¾î ³°Àº, ÁöÄ£.