Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amy Saunders
Amy Saunders
Background Vocals
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Vocals
Damien
Damien
Background Vocals
Darren Middleton
Darren Middleton
Guitar
Ian Haug
Ian Haug
Guitar
John Collins
John Collins
Bass Guitar
Jon Coghill
Jon Coghill
Drums
Lou Bennett
Lou Bennett
Background Vocals
Matt Murphy
Matt Murphy
Wurlitzer Piano
Sally Dastey
Sally Dastey
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John A. Collins
John A. Collins
Songwriter
Stuart Darren Middleton
Stuart Darren Middleton
Songwriter
Ian David Haug
Ian David Haug
Songwriter
Bernard Fanning
Bernard Fanning
Songwriter
Jonathan Robert Coghill
Jonathan Robert Coghill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anton Hagop
Anton Hagop
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matt Voight
Matt Voight
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nick DiDia
Nick DiDia
Recording Engineer
Powderfinger
Powderfinger
Producer
Stephen Marcussen Mastering
Stephen Marcussen Mastering
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Every story gone untold
There's a secret that dissolves
So many pieces still unsolved
You're not quite who you think you are
Can see the symptoms from afar
I'm hosing down your shooting star
[Verse 2]
There you go again to fall
Waiting on a friend to call
[Verse 3]
If you wait, I'm gonna drive it home
(Carry all of this away from here)
If you wait, I'm gonna drive it home
(Kiss you every time the rains appear)
[Verse 4]
Sometimes we wish for far away
But something always makes me stay
It's far too strong a bond to try and break
You know exactly where you've been
A shooting star is hardly seen
Outshined by every other beam
[Verse 5]
There you go again to fall
Waiting on a friend to call
[Verse 6]
If you wait, I'm gonna drive it home
(Carry all of this away from here)
If you wait, I'm gonna drive it home
(Kiss you every time the rain appears)
If you wait, I'm gonna drive it home
(I'm feeling richer, I'm feeling taller)
(I feel like every time I try to fit the picture)
If you wait, I'm gonna drive it home
(I've got to keep up with all the others)
(Looking for whatever, we were never to discover)
[Verse 7]
Now you're ringing out slowly
Like cathedral bells
And you'd sleep through heaven
Just to get to hell
Now you drop away slowly
Like the autumn leaves
But you lose your colour
When you hit the street
When you hit the street
When you hit the street
Written by: Bernard Fanning, Darren Middleton, Ian David Haug, John Collins, Jonathan Coghill
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