クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Piano
John Leventhal
John Leventhal
Guitar
Michael Mangini
Michael Mangini
Guitar
Wayne Pooley
Wayne Pooley
Guitar
Matt Scannell
Matt Scannell
Guitar
Adam Larrabee
Adam Larrabee
Guitar
David Bendeth
David Bendeth
Guitar
J.V. Collier
J.V. Collier
Bass
John Pierce
John Pierce
Bass
Skoti-Alain Elliott
Skoti-Alain Elliott
Bass
John Molo
John Molo
Drums
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Shawn Pelton
Shawn Pelton
Drums
Bobby Read
Bobby Read
Clarinet
John D'Earth
John D'Earth
Trumpet
Colette Coward
Colette Coward
Background Vocals
Kyle Davis
Kyle Davis
Background Vocals
Debbie Henry
Debbie Henry
Background Vocals
Joe Lee
Joe Lee
Background Vocals
Ashley MacIsaac
Ashley MacIsaac
Violin
David Mansfield
David Mansfield
Violin
J.T. Thomas
J.T. Thomas
Organ
Tim Streagle
Tim Streagle
Trombone
Ernesto Laboy
Ernesto Laboy
Congas
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Wayne Pooley
Wayne Pooley
Mixing Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Melissa Reagan
Melissa Reagan
Assistant Producer
Kim Biggs
Kim Biggs
Art Director

歌詞

You're saying I've got
Got a lot, lot of nerve
To say that we could
We could be friends
You're thinking I'm just
Another one telling lies
Don't want to be fooled
Fooled again
When you always go your way
And I always go mine
Maybe one day we'll come together
Go across the great divide
I heard somebody
Calling you a bad name
I was speechless
Didn't say anything to him
Next time I swear
It's gonna be different
I promise not to be silent again
And you always go your way
And I always go mine
Maybe one day we'll come together
Go across the great divide
And I always cross to the other side
But I go back every time
Maybe one day we'll come together
Go across the great divide
I saw a bombed aisle
Heard a gunshot ring
Saw two matchsticks burn
Felt the bedsheets sting
Ugly words on a wall
And a robe in flames
I saw a little boy smile
When the clouds did move away
And you always go your way
And I always go mine
Maybe one day we'll come together
Go across the great divide
Written by: Bruce Hornsby
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