Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ross Childress
Lead Guitar
Ed Roland
Guitar
Dean Roland
Guitar
Shane Evans
Drums
Will Turpin
Bass Guitar
David Chappel
Viola
Jerry Miller
Violin
John DiPuccio
Violin
Luis Enrique
Percussion
Steve Sidgursen
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ross Childress
Composer
Ed Roland
Songwriter
Matt Serletic
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Roland
Producer
Matt Serletic
Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Bjorn Thorsrud
Assistant Recording Engineer
Greg Archilla
Engineer
Jim Godsey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Malcolm Springer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ryan Freeland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Steve Robillard
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on
I drink myself of new found pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why
Are we listening
To hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see
That love is gathering?
All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one, into one
So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below
And I laugh at myself
While the tears roll down
'Cause it's the world I know
Oh it's the world I know
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why, don't know why
So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below
And I laugh at myself
While the tears roll down
'Cause it's the world I know
Oh it's the world I know
Yeah, I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below
And I laugh at myself
While the tears roll down
'Cause it's the world I know
Oh it's the world I know
Writer(s): Ross Brian Childress, Ed Roland
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