Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Murton Gridley
Songwriter
Susan Maria Coleman
Songwriter
Lyrics
Terrible lies cut me right down to my bones
No one told me I wouldn't go back home
Wonderful highs ride 'em up then back down low
No one told me I couldn't go back home.
Put your passport in your pocket
Come the morning, didn't go far
Get away from yourself
Where you go, there you are
Wrap that band around me tight
Everything's better in black and white
Wipe the colors out of the light
Everything's better in black and white
Put your passport in your pocket
Come the morning, didn't go far
Get away from yourself
Where you go, there you are
I take it back every word I said
Everything I thought, every wish I had
Took the notebooks, paper scraps.
Everything I thought, every wish I had
Put your passport in your pocket
Come the morning, didn't go far
Get away from yourself
Where you go, there you are
Put your passport in your pocket
Come the morning, didn't go far
Get away from yourself
Where you go, there you are
Written by: Michael Murton Gridley, Susan Maria Coleman
