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실연 아티스트
Brett Eldredge
Brett Eldredge
리드 보컬
Austin Hoke
Austin Hoke
첼로
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
피아노
Betsy Lamb
Betsy Lamb
비올라
Alicia Engstrom
Alicia Engstrom
바이올린
Kristin Weber
Kristin Weber
바이올린
Kristin Webere
Kristin Webere
바이올린
작곡 및 작사
Barry Dean
Barry Dean
송라이터
Don Mescall
Don Mescall
송라이터
Steve Robson
Steve Robson
송라이터
Jordan Lehning
Jordan Lehning
현악기 편곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Jordan Lehning
Jordan Lehning
편집 엔지니어
Josh Moore
Josh Moore
편집 엔지니어
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
믹싱 엔지니어
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
프로듀서
Daniel Tashian
Daniel Tashian
프로듀서
Sean Williamson
Sean Williamson
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어

가사

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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