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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Rosenberg
Mike Rosenberg
Vocals
Matthew Keegan
Matthew Keegan
Saxophone
Alex Boneham
Alex Boneham
Bass
Cameron Undy
Cameron Undy
Bass
Georgia Mooney
Georgia Mooney
Background Vocals
Glen Hannah
Glen Hannah
Electric Guitar
James Greening
James Greening
Trombone
Jess Ciampa
Jess Ciampa
Shaker
Kerry Martin
Kerry Martin
Violin
Marianne Broadfoot
Marianne Broadfoot
Violin
Nick Garbutt
Nick Garbutt
Trumpet
Phillip Church
Phillip Church
Background Vocals
Rowena Macniesh
Rowena Macniesh
Cello
Scott Aplin
Scott Aplin
Organ
Stu Hunter
Stu Hunter
Glockenspiel
Stu Larsen
Stu Larsen
Background Vocals
Tony Azzopardi
Tony Azzopardi
Shaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Passenger
Passenger
Composer
Mike Rosenberg
Mike Rosenberg
Songwriter
Matthew Keegan
Matthew Keegan
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Rosenberg
Mike Rosenberg
Producer
Chris Vallejo
Chris Vallejo
Producer
Gordon Davidson
Gordon Davidson
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Dave Rowland
Dave Rowland
Engineer

Lyrics

Well, I met him in Minnesota He was dark and overcast With long, grey hair and eyes that stared Through me like I was glass I asked "Where are you going to?" He said, "I'm the wind, I'm just blowing through" He lit up a cigarette and began to talk "See, the doctors told me that my body won't hold me My lungs are turning black Been a lucky strike's fool since I was at school And there ain't no turning back They can't tell me how long I've got Maybe months, but maybe not I'm taking this bike and riding to New York 'Cause I wanna see my granddaughter one last time Wanna hold her close And feel her tiny heartbeat next to mine Wanna see my son and the man he's become Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done And I'd do it if I had to walk I'm taking this bike and riding to New York Through the forests of Wisconsin That I knew as a boy Past the sky line of Chicago 'Round the lakes of Illinois I lay my head in a motel bed Where my back is sore and my eyes turn red Listen to the trucks roll past my door Through the fields of Ohio As the sunshine paints them gold I run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold And fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turnpike tolls And I won't stop 'till I get to New York 'Cause I wanna see my grandson one last time Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine Now my time is shorter I wanna see my daughter Tell her I'm sorry for the things taught her And I'd do it if I had to walk Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time Lay flowers down for the woman Who gave me the best years of my life And I'd do it if I had to walk I'd do it if I had to walk I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
Writer(s): Michael David Rosenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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