天津涡真，下了三天的雨分俯，厚厚的云層終于晃開了肾筐，許久不見的太陽散發(fā)萬丈金光。在濕漉漉的廣場上缸剪，站著一支音樂隊(duì)吗铐，旁邊站滿了熙熙攘攘的人群。我在一旁杏节，啃著辣條唬渗，等待著那熟悉的旋律，突然奋渔，演唱會(huì)開始了镊逝。樂隊(duì)里大多都是四五年級(jí)的學(xué)生，他們扛著電吉他和民謠吉他嫉鲸，敲著架子鼓蹋半，演奏著，歌唱著充坑。我被帶入進(jìn)去了减江，久久的，久久的捻爷，心情不能平息辈灼。之前我也練過吉他，可最后還是被我親手塵封了也榄，不了了之巡莹。轉(zhuǎn)眼間，曲目進(jìn)行到了最后一首歌甜紫，我慢慢往家的方向走去降宅，聽著旋律，跟著節(jié)奏哼唱著：
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord I'm one, lord I'm two
lord I'm three, lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home
Away from home, Away from home
Away from home, Away from home
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go back home this a-way
This a-way, this a-way
This a-way, this a-way
Lord I can't go back?home this a-way
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
