Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Rob Thomas
Rob Thomas
Voix principales
Brian Yale
Brian Yale
Basse
Paul Doucette
Paul Doucette
Batterie
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Pedal steel guitar
Matt Serletic
Matt Serletic
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rob Thomas
Rob Thomas
Paroles/Composition
Matt Serletic
Matt Serletic
Orchestration
David Campbell
David Campbell
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
MARK DODSON
MARK DODSON
Ingénierie de prise de son
Pat Woodward
Pat Woodward
Assistance d’ingénierie
Bill Synan
Bill Synan
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chris Testa
Chris Testa
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jon Belec
Jon Belec
Assistance d’ingénierie
Sebastian Nicolet
Sebastian Nicolet
Assistance d’ingénierie
Tony Adams
Tony Adams
Équipe technique des batteries
Craig Poole
Craig Poole
Équipe technique des guitares
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Stewart Whitmore
Stewart Whitmore
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Greg Collins
Greg Collins
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jim Scott
Jim Scott
Ingénierie de mixage
Matt Serletic
Matt Serletic
Production

Paroles

She got out of town On a railway, New York bound Took all except my name Another alien on Broadway Some things in this world you just can't change Some things you can't see until it gets too late Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me From all I'm up against out in this world Maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you You should turn yourself around and come on home I got a hole in me now I got a scar I can talk about She keeps a picture of me In her apartment in the city Some things in this world, man, they don't make sense Some things you don't need until they leave you They're the things that you miss, you say Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me From all I'm up against out in this world Maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you You should turn yourself around and come on home Let that city take you in (Come on home) Let that city spit you out (Come on home) Let that city take you down, yeah For God's sake, turn around Baby, baby, baby When all your love is gone Who will save me From all I'm up against out in this world Maybe, maybe, maybe You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you Turn yourself around and come on home Yeah, come on home Maybe, maybe, baby, baby Come on home Yeah, come on home Yeah, come on home Yeah, come on home
Writer(s): Robert Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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