Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
Lead Vocals
Austin Hoke
Austin Hoke
Cello
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
Piano
Betsy Lamb
Betsy Lamb
Viola
Alicia Engstrom
Alicia Engstrom
Violin
Kristin Weber
Kristin Weber
Violin
Kristin Webere
Kristin Webere
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barry Dean
Barry Dean
Songwriter
Don Mescall
Don Mescall
Songwriter
Steve Robson
Steve Robson
Songwriter
Jordan Lehning
Jordan Lehning
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan Lehning
Jordan Lehning
Editing Engineer
Josh Moore
Josh Moore
Editing Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
Producer
Daniel Tashian
Daniel Tashian
Producer
Sean Williamson
Sean Williamson
Assistant Recording Engineer

Testi

They didn't ever say where we were going We just climbed into the backseat Eyes wide open to the picture show outside I guess we really didn't understand it all Remember looking up at them in the front row Hands touched together, almost out of sight It's been a long, hard week, but now the slow release Of a Sunday afternoon And we were only young But they were trying hard to reach us How was I to know That there was something so worth keepin'? 'Cause we were Watching the world through an open window Trees lined up like dominoes This old car could find its own way home It's the ordinary things that mean so much That's where I learned it all from them To fight, to love, to laugh again Man, I thought we were only wasting time Out on a Sunday drive The sun warms your soul just like an old friend Singing songs along that ribbon of a road And everyone you love is sitting there so close You're never thinking that you'd ever get old No, you'll never get old Just watching the world through an open window Trees lined up like dominoes This old car could find its own way home It's the ordinary things that mean so much That's where I learned it all from them To fight, to love, to laugh again Man, I thought we were only wasting time Out on a Sunday drive, oh I never said where we were going I just helped them to the backseat Dad just laughed and said, "Son, don't drive too far Your momma gets pretty tired these days" After a few miles I guess they recognized some places And I listened as they reminisced About a world that they had always known And how it's changin' Probably never gonna be the same again I caught 'em in the mirror They were holding hands and smiling Looking younger than they'd been in years Oh, through all the years And they were Watching the world through an open window Trees lined up like dominoes This old car could find its own way home It's the ordinary things that mean so much That's where I learned it all from them To fight, to love, to laugh again Man, I thought we were only wasting time Out on a Sunday drive Out on a Sunday drive Out on a Sunday drive Out on a Sunday drive
Writer(s): Steve Robson, Barry Dean, Don Mescall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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