Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Cris Jacobs
Guitarra
Brad Cook
Bajo
Phil Cook
Teclados
Matt McCaughan
Batería
Kate Rhudy
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Cris Jacobs
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Brad Cook
Producción
Letra
I was a long way from paradise
When I awoke unto an alien scene
Not in the flowers I recognized
Was this all a dream, when did I ever leave heaven
Because I don't remember this lonely never ending scene
I went running, running to the rock
Climbed up the rock just to see if I could
Was this where I was gonna die
I didn't know I would, I didn't know I would have to find my own raft to get out of here alive
Where am I gonna find it, this sense of place
Where am I gonna make a connection out in all of this space
Where is all the love, where is all the love
Just throw a line and pray, I'm a castaway
I wandered down to the waterline
Looked in the mirror of the river at me
That's when I saw it for the first time
Just how lonely, I was the only person to carry these burdens, let the curse and blessing be
I want to run, I run up to the rock
I want to be with something bigger than me
I shout just to hear the echo bounce back out on to me
That's how I'm gonna be passing days I fear, I'm just a castaway out here on these wild open
seas
Where am I gonna find it, this sense of place
Where am I gonna make a connection out in all of this space
Where is all the love, where is all the love
I was a long way from paradise
From the Eden that I was born to
Where everything was harmonized
And now I'll never lose hope
Just throw a line and pray, I'm a castaway
Written by: Cris Jacobs

