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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chicago
Chicago
Performer
John Keane
John Keane
Drums
Michael Landau
Michael Landau
Guitar
Efrain Toro
Efrain Toro
Keyboards
Robbie Buchanan
Robbie Buchanan
Keyboards
Tom Keane
Tom Keane
Keyboards
David Foster
David Foster
Piano
Bill Champlin
Bill Champlin
Background Vocals
Dawayne Bailey
Dawayne Bailey
Background Vocals
James Pankow
James Pankow
Trombone
Jason Scheff
Jason Scheff
Background Vocals
Lee Loughnane
Lee Loughnane
Trumpet
Robert Lamm
Robert Lamm
Keyboards
Walter Parazaider
Walter Parazaider
Woodwinds
Stephen 'Doc' Kupka
Stephen 'Doc' Kupka
Baritone Saxophone
Tris Imboden
Tris Imboden
Drums
Steve Porcaro
Steve Porcaro
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Steinberg
Billy Steinberg
Songwriter
KELLY TOM (US 2)
KELLY TOM (US 2)
Songwriter
James Pankow
James Pankow
Brass Arranger
Lee Loughnane
Lee Loughnane
Brass Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Rodriguez
Alex Rodriguez
Additional Engineer
Jeff Poe
Jeff Poe
Assistant Engineer
Jim Mitchell
Jim Mitchell
Assistant Engineer
Ron Nevison
Ron Nevison
Producer

Lyrics

I picture you on the beach Lying in the sand Out of reach of my trembling hands I picture you in the car Blonde hair in the wind I picture you in my arms And the touch of your skin The smile on your face The way that you taste You come to my senses Every time I close my eyes I have no defences You come to my senses I can't stop this ache inside I have no defences Driving home in the cold January rain I've got to find my way out of this pain I reached for you in the night I dreamed of your kiss I woke before it got light With your name on my lips Alone in my bed Your voice in my head You come to my senses Every time I close my eyes I have no defences You come to my senses I can't stop this ache inside I have no defences Oh, oh, oh, oh I picture you in my arms And the touch of your skin The smile on your face The way that you taste You come to my senses Every time I close my eyes I have no defences You come to my senses I can't stop this ache inside Oh, I have no defences You come to my senses Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Tom Kelly, Billy Steinberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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