Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moose Miller
Performer
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Mark Hill
Bass Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Phil Madeira
Hammond Organ
Dan Dougmore
Pedal Steel Guitar
Addy Prado
Background Vocals
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Jeneé Fleenor
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Bright
Songwriter
Michael Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Bright
Producer
Jason Lehning
Recording Engineer
David Paulin
Recording Engineer
Casey Wood
Vocal Recording Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Hold on tight
Don’t let go
The time has come
To bury your soul
I’ve got my head up
In the clouds
And I’m too frightened
To come back down
Just because the clock has stopped
And time has slipped away
There’s nothing left to say
Just because I’m skipping rocks
And watch em fade away
There’s nothing left to say
There’s nothing left to say
I still see you
Runnin through the fields
Flying over hills
Feels serenely real
Then I wake up
With nothing but a trace
Nothing but a taste
And I still see your face
Just because the clock has stopped
And time has slipped away
There’s nothing left to say
Just because I’m skipping rocks
And watch em fade away
There’s nothing left to say
There’s nothing left to say
I’m fine to go on alone
And you should go on back home
Cause there’s nothing in this world
Like the love that was lost
And there’s nothing there’s nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
There’s nothing left to say
Written by: Mark Bright, Michael Miller