一部能够带给人感动的电影很多时候不一定要有多么精彩的剧情，多么震撼的布景，能够留连在人们心头徘徊不去的也许只要一个眼神，一首歌，一块车窗，这些就够了。
在故事的结尾，我并不知道那个落魄的民谣歌手是否要继续他的梦想，一句“farewell”，也许又仅仅是对着远去的车辆。
Five Hundred Miles
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 a way 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.
A hundred miles, A hundred miles,
A hundred miles, A hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles.
